Things really started to change for the better as Rylee got more involved in helping Hannah. We settled back into our routine as a family and Jax nearly ran my door off its hinges one morning just after breakfast.
“Easy, Jax,” I said as I looked at him.
“Chris is going into labour,” he said out of breath, and for a few seconds we just stood there.
“Let’s go!” I said loudly, and he turned and ran down the stairs.
Chris was already in a hospital gown next door and Stella was checking her vitals. Rylee was right next to her whispering words of encouragement. She looked relieved to see Jax and Chris let out an almighty scream.
“Good luck, man, we’ll be waiting in the living room,” I said, and pulled Rylee out of the room.
“Thank you for saving me,” she breathed as we settled down f
