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Jason Davenport

I'd heard from dad that Amelia was due in two weeks. I was a little worried because I still hadn't saved up enough to get that cot. But I believed that I would have before two weeks.

Bill had hired a second farmhand and assigned me to train him. So I was at the store more now. Meaning more tips. And more tips meant more money.

I smiled, knowing that I could finally afford the cot soon.

As my shift drew to am end, my phone began to ring. It was a cheap one I had paid Bill a few bucks for. At least it works.

My brows puckered as I saw that it was dad that was calling. He usually only called in the evenings when he knew I'd be off work. Quickly I picked up.

"Hello?" I put the phone to my ear.

"Jason." Dad's voice was frantic.

My heart skipped a beat. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no," He reassured me. "Amelia just went into labour."

I nearly fell of my seat. "What, when?"

"I just drove her to the hospital."

When I didn't respond, h