Mila

The sound of footsteps drew our attention to the porch. We heard someone scrape their boots on the other side of the front door.

Lucas crossed the floor and threw the door open. James stood in the doorway, arm raised to knock.

“James, what is it?”

“312’s water broke. The Doc’s up to bat.”

“Okay, thanks for telling me. Why don’t you come in and warm up by the fire?”

“Thanks, but no. I have to get back to ...