"Crappy Doctor." Owen smiled and took her hand in his. "Yes, I do. I have a picture of you in my locker. Can't go a day without looking at it." He blushed and kissed her shoulder, anything to not look up. He could only imagine what Shields was thinking of him.
Shields, however, was talking to the nurses and only half listening. "Rain it is." He pulled the gown up and maneuvered Lyssa's feet where they needed to be. "Lyssa, yes? Ok, in a minute, I'm going to need you to push. Whenever you have your next contraction. They're pretty close now, no?"