We Get The Call

We got a call late from Natalie. “Amy is going into labour, I’ll keep you posted.” 

“Okay,” said Ben.

“I’ll let you know when to come to the hospital,” said Natalie. “You do want to come to the hospital, don’t you?”

“Yes,” said Ben. “I want to come down.”

“Good,” said Natalie.

We waited for the call, which didn’t come for 5 hours.

Ben said he wasn’t concerned, but then he began to pace. He couldn’t settle. He was on his feet, seemingly, not really knowing what to do with himself.

I watched him with a cross of concern and amusement.

"Nothing's wrong, why do you keep asking."

"Oh, I don't know, just checking."

"Oh, well, un…"

And his concentration just kind of faded away.