"We are going out," Rafael said as soon as the contract was signed. 

June sported a confused look. "What? Where?" 

He gave a blank look. "You are my wife. The last thing I need is another woman dying on me because of my negligence. We are going to the hospital." 

"Another woman?" She said but he didn't give her the time of the day. 

"I reckon that you will need a lot more outfits in your closet so we might as well tackle that in our outing today. Go get ready, we leave in ...