<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Gregory Widcombe and Abby Daniels</span></b><br/><br/>Abby turned and gave the woman a big smile.  "That would be my fault.  Hi, I'm Abby.  I changed into a maid's outfit to serve as midwife, if necessary.  And I assume you're Audrey."  She took Audrey by the arm and led her away from Justina so as to speak in private and in a lower tone of voice.<br/><br/>"There are several issues here.  First is the challenge of getting a woman on the verge of giving birth up those stairs to the guestroom. Secondly, if we get her into a guestroom, neither her or her baby are going to find it restful as long as those doors continue to slam upstairs.  Thirdly, since both Justina and I are here for the reading of the will, we will be clearly in the wrong place when that takes place if we're upstairs.  Fourthly, whoever or whatever is causing all those slamming doors may wish us mischief, and while I have my self-defense kit in my purse, I think the mother, child and I would feel safer with the rest of the group.  Safety in numbers, in other words. Fifthly, looking outside at the sky, I'm not at all sure that a tornado isn't in among those storm clouds.  And where does the Weather Channel say to be when a tornado hits?  The lowest part of the house in an interior room.  Not upstairs.  With those French doors to the garden, this might not be the safest room to be in, but it's safer than upstairs.  As for racing to a hospital?  I don't see that happening in this weather.  Do you?"  Abby hoped she hadn't come off too snarky to Audrey, who looked stunning.  But she had not come to the reading of a will only to end up in a maid's outfit playing midwife.  It was like the stars were aligned against her today.<br/><br/>"Rikkie, I'm going to need more blankets and sheets.  I'll see to the massage."<br/><br/>Greg came back into the parlor at that point, lugging a large folded screen, so Abby ran over to give him a hand setting it up at the end of the bed.<br/><br/>"So where is Mr. Muscles when you need him?" Abby asked with a grin, realizing how heavy the screens were.<br/><br/>"Probably in the same location as Grace.  And he pretty much ignores orders given to him by anyone but her.  This is not enough coverage, so I'll go get the other screen."<br/><br/>Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Abby asked, "You didn't bring a pregnancy pillow, did you, Justina?"