Forever Too Far

However, if she doesn’t come willingly I will arrest her and anyone who stands in my way.”
         Woods didn’t know. I didn’t believe him. Something was off.
         “It’s okay, Jimmy,” she said and stepped around him. I watched helplessly as she walked out the door.
          “You gotta find Woods,” Jimmy said, looking back at me.  “I don’t believe that. I think there’s more to this and I think all fingers point at the old man.”
         I nodded. I agreed. “I don’t have Woods’ number in my phone. It bugged Rush so I took it out,” I admitted , looking up at Jimmy sheepishly.
         Jimmy shook his head and grinned then took my phone from my hands and punched in Woods’ number. “Call him. If he doesn’t answer go hunt him down. I can’t help. I now have no help this shift and I gotta get my ass in gear.”
         I nodded and headed out the door to watch as Della was put in the cop car with way more force than was necessary.
         Woods ’ phone went straight to voicemail. I tried it again but again just voicemail. Running down the hall, or more like waddling quickly, I went to his office and knocked but nothing. I tried opening it but it was locked tightly. Crap.
         I hurried outside as I dialed Rush’s phone. He would know what to do and Woods could very likely be with him. Just as my foot hit the stone walkway I felt a cramp followed by a gush of water between my legs. I froze.
         My water had just broke n.

 
    RUSH
     
        “You look good for a married guy,” Grant teased as I walked back to the cart to get my putter.
         “Of course I do. I’m married to Blaire. I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet,” I replied , not taking his bait. He wanted to get me fired up because Grant thought me getting angry was funny.
         “Blaire is smoking hot. Even nine months pregnant,” he drawled , leaning back and propping his legs up on the dash of the cart.
         “If you are wanting a fucking broke n nose then keep it up, bro,” I snarled, glaring back at him.
         He began laughing and I knew he’d got ten what he wanted. I rolled my eyes. My phone started vibrating and ringing in my pocket. That was Blaire’s ring. I dropped my club and reached into my pocket to get the phone. She didn’t call me randomly. If she was calling then she needed me. I started walking to the cart waiting on her to answer.
         “Hey,” I said the moment she answered. She took a deep breath and I threw the cart in reverse and s tarted speeding toward the clubhouse.
         “My water just broke,” she said trying to sound calm.
         “I’m on my way. Stay right there. Don’t move. Don’t drive. Just wait on me.”
         “I’m in the clubh ouse parking lot. I was coming to find you when it happened,” I replied.
         “I’m almost there, baby, hang on. Less than a minute , I swear,” I assured her.
         She made a grunting noise then took a few deep breaths. “Okay,” she replied then hung up.
         “Shit,” I growled and wished to God the stupid cart went faster.
         “I’ m gathering that she’s in labor,” Grant replied from the seat beside me.
         “Yeah,” I snapped. Not wanting to talk. I just needed to get to her faster.
         “I guess that means you don’t care that you just left your putter back there,” Grant replied.
         “Fuck no, I don’t care about the damn putter.”
          Grant crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay , just checking.”
         “I need you to take my phone . Get Abe’s number out of it and call him.”
          Grant grabbed my phone and did as I asked while I slammed the cart into park and took off running across the grass to the parking lot.
         Blaire was standing beside the Mercedes I’d bought her with one hand on the car and one hand on her stomach. She looked more relaxed than I imagined.
         “That was quick.” S he smiled at me when her eyes met mine.
         “Are you okay?” I asked , wrapping my arm around her and walking her over to the passenger side.
         “I’m okay now. The cramping has eased up. But Rush, I shouldn’t get in this car. It’s brand new and I have... well... I’m wet,” she said , stumbling over her words.
         “I don’t give a rat ’s ass about this car. Get in. I’m taking you to the hospital.” 
         She let me help her in