Eighty-Three

Lucas

“It’s going to be okay, baby, I’ve got you,” I murmured, holding her close to me as Alex drove us to the hospital.

At least it had stopped snowing long enough for the roads to be cleared. I couldn’t tell which one of us was trembling more, Isobelle or me.

Isobelle cried out with another agonizing contraction, clutching hold of her stomach as if it was going to explode.

“Argh!” She buried her face against my chest, and I held her close.

My brothers’ thoughts mirrored my own. All we could do was comfort her and watch helplessly from the sidelines.

Our parents followed in the car behind us. Grayson must have been too dazed to think straight because he handed the keys to his beloved Porsche to Isobelle’s old man and told him he could take his car to the hospital.

“That’s it, baby, keep breathing just like we learned in the Lamaze classes,” Grayson coached, mimicking the actions so that Izzy could copy them.

Holy shit! I’m going to be a dad. We're all going to be fathers. It's really