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 it.”
I shook my head and pointed to the hearth.
“Bullshit, you’re shaking. Get the hell in and shut that door behind you.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
James stepped through the doorway, removing his hat in the same motion. I pushed the door closed against the wind behind him, already shivering, too.
Lucas turned to Ethan and Oliver and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Did you all hear that?”
Oliver nodded.
“Looks like it’s showtime. I toast you.”
He held up his tumbler of whiskey, before sipping more of the dark amber liquid.
I laughed and dashed for my winter attire.