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Peyton
“Not now, baby girl. You have three more weeks in there. It’s too soon,” Kathy said hoarsely.
“Is there anything we can do?” I asked in shock.
“Get Bryan,” Kathy said. “He can drive me to the hospital.”
“I’ll stay with her,” Isaac said, stepping up immediately.
I nodded and dashed across the room to find her husband, Bryan. He was well over six feet tall with a deep brown complexion and a bald head. Everyone always joked that he had more hair on his chin than he’d ever had on his head because he sported a considerable black beard.
Bryan was the orchestra director, and they had met and fallen in love during their very first performance together nearly twenty years ago. It took him a full season before he plucked up the courage to ask her out. They were happily married within
