ULTIMATE SACRIFICE Michelle hurriedly dialled the emergency number and paced as sweat gathered on her brows. It wasn't every day that she'd be in the custody of a sixty-something-year-old woman in the first stages of labour. She had been putting plates into the automatic dishwasher as she hummed a merry tube when Aunt Lizzy suddenly gasped and turned as white as fluorescent lights. "I think the baby is coming," Aunt Lizzy had gasped. A guttural cry tore out of her throat as she doubled over, face contoured in pain. "Oh, Adonai!" Michelle dumped the china cups she had been holding into the sink, her small baby bump feeling suddenly weightier. After giving directions to the emergency service midwifery team, she looked at Mr Zach in the wheelchair as his eyes darted frantically back and forth. It was obvious the man would slip into a panic attack if she didn't calm him down. Too bad the man was immobilized, he would have driven them to the ...
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