The contraction had calmed and Rhys was just getting ready to tell Andy to find the nearest towel she could when there was a commotion out of view. The kitchen door was heard thumping open and two voices - one calm and female and one deep and male and holding the barest hint of tightly held panic.
"Angela!" Erik said suddenly appearing on the screen and crouching down next to her.
"About damn time!" Deacon exclaimed and Erik looked surprised at the screen, then frowned at the unknown man on there.
"Ah - hi there. I'm Dr. Martin. You're the father I take it?"
"Yes," Erik said.
"Good. She's moving a lot faster than most first time mothers so looks like you get to deliver your baby. We need blankets, hot water and some damp cloths."