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cycle had her wanting to toss the candy at him. The last thing she wanted to discuss was something as personal as her period.
    “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
    The man made her want to scream.
    She snatched dollar bills from her purse, tossed them on the counter, then took Walt’s bag of chocolate before storming out of the gift shop without taking her change.
    As she expected, Glen followed behind.
    She hit the button to the elevator twice. “You were going to give that poor woman in the gift shop a heart attack.”
    “Is that right.”
    A woman and a toddler moved to stand beside them.
    Once the elevator arrived and six people filed out, they pushed in and stood in silence until the mom and son left on the third floor.
    “Do you flirt with everyone who wears a bra?”
    Glen glanced at the ceiling. “Was she wearing a bra?”
    Mary felt a smile tugging at the corner of her lips and fought it back. “Seriously, Glen. You must know how out of line it is to flirt with a woman her age.”
    “Seriously, Mary.” He used her words against her. “Why are you so worried about my reputation?”
    “I’m not worried about your reputation.” Am I worried about his reputation?
    The doors opened on the sixth floor and she stepped out.
    They rounded past the glass partition to the room holding all the infants born that day. Inside were four cherub faces, one wrapped in blue, the other three in pink.
    Glen’s step faltered. “Are any of these . . .”
    Mary kept walking. “No, she hasn’t delivered yet.”
    Glen rubbernecked at the nursery as he walked beside her.
    For a moment, the smirk he wore on his face waned.
    The next corner brought them to the open waiting room.
    Monica jumped up when she saw them.
    Mary greeted her with a hug. “You didn’t have to rush.”
    “If I broke my leg on the way to the hospital to deliver a baby, someone better rush for me.”
    Mary loved friends like Monica.
    “Did you tell the nurses you’re here?”
    Monica nodded.
    Mary sat, setting her purse and the bag of candy on the floor beside her.
    Monica immediately picked up Mary’s stuff and set it in the chair. “Hospital floors,” she said as if Mary understood her point without question.
    “It’s going to be a while. Walt said Dakota was only at seven centimeters,” Mary told her.
    “Could take hours then.”
    “Seven centimeters?” Glen asked.
    Both women turned his way.
    “The cervix has to dilate to ten before she can push.”
    Glen stopped smiling. “Ten centimeters?” He rounded the fingers on his right hand with his left. “That has to hurt.”
    “That’s why they call it labor,” Monica said with a laugh.
    Mary noticed Glen swallowing as he separated his hands and rested them on the arms of the chair.
    “Hard to picture, isn’t it?” she asked him.
    “Thinking about it makes me glad I’m a man.”
    “I bet.”
    Once again, Walt popped his head from the locked delivery wing. “Monica!”
    The two embraced as old friends did.
    “How is she doing?” Monica wasted no time in asking.
    “Good. Baby is fine. No decels. Looks good for a normal delivery.”
    Glen leaned close and whispered in Mary’s ear. “What’s a decel?”
    Mary shrugged. “Must be doctor-nurse talk.”
    “How is Dakota’s blood pressure?”
    “Within her normal limits.” Walt placed a hand on Monica’s arm. “We’re watching it closely.”
    Dakota had had early pregnancy blood pressure problems that caused some worry in her first trimester. Mary knew that there was always a possibility of her having more issues during delivery. While the risk sat in the back of her head, Mary hadn’t really thought much about it until Monica brought it up.
    Walt glanced over and noticed Glen.
    Glen stood and they did the man handshake thing. “How does it feel?” he asked.
    Walt shook his head. “I’ve delivered dozens of babies, but it’s a hell of a lot harder watching your wife laboring with your own.”
    Monica patted him on the