Chapter 47

“All right, amigo. She’s your wife. Get your ass back in there and give her all the support you can.”

But before he could take a step toward the bedroom, George and the doctor arrived.

Thank God. And okay, so he didn’t believe in a Deity, but why spit in the face of the possibility there might be Someone running the show?

“George, wait out in the stable.” Tom remembered how Analeigh had screamed when their son was being born, and he didn’t want the boy to hear that. There would be time enough for George to pace and worry about his own wife giving birth.

George looked scared. “Will Mama be all right?” It had been almost eight years, but you didn’t forget losing your mama.

“She’ll be fine.” But it was Doc Choate who answered.

George gave a jerky nod and left the cottage, closing the door quietly behind him.

The doctor nodded approvingly when Tom showed him the boiling water, removed his coat and hat, and caught up his black bag.

“The water, Doc?”