A literal sigh of relief whooshed out of Bishop when Teagan began reading off the Doc’s most recent instructions. He still felt like a fish out of water and was still praying to the big man upstairs that the doc would arrive long before the babies decided to make their entrance into the world. Still, this was something and he could work with it. Wordlessly Bishop began to gather the items that Teagan rattled off, first the clean cloths and then rags, followed by him stripping off the bedding on the makeshift bed they’d set up since she hadn’t been able to climb up into the loft.
Throwing the bedding into a corner, Bishop pulled out a clean set and quickly made up the bed. All the while he didn’t say anything, not because he didn’t want to talk, but because focusing on this was a hell of a lot easier than focusing on the reality that they didn’t know when the doc would be here and their kids were on their way. “Darlin’, are you forgetting I’m the king of calm?” Bishop questioned as he glanced over his shoulder to Teagan. Once the bed was made up and made a gesture towards it. “Would you be more comfortable sitting?” He questioned and then paused. “Or maybe walking around the Dog Park?” He didn’t know what exactly a person was supposed to do in the early stages of labor.
“Also do you know what your contractions are at right now?” Bishop continued finally stopping in his movements and looking directly at her. “And did the doc give you any idea when he might be here?”