Newborn Baby For Christmas. Fiona Lowe
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Doc, we can take it from here.’ The older ambulance officer put the spinal board on the floor next to Mitch and started to connect the teenager up to the portable monitor.
‘Mitch, I’ll call your mum and swing by the hospital later to see you. Meanwhile, you’re in good hands with these guys.’
‘Okay.’ He didn’t sound very certain but no patient in shock ever did.
‘Fellas, we need to give the ambos some space to do their job.’
Dennis put his hand out towards Georgie. She wasn’t huge with the baby but as she’d been kneeling down for quite a while and her centre of balance was slightly off, she gratefully accepted his boost up.
They all walked into the dining room and while Dennis was giving her Mitch’s mother’s phone number, the plumber arrived.
‘Hey, Dennis, we’ve got a bit of a problem.’ Trevor rubbed his stubble-covered chin.
‘You think?’ replied the stressed-out builder. ‘My apprentice is going to hospital and we’ve got a bloody big hole in the kitchen ceiling.’
‘Yeah, I’ll buy that.’ Trevor puffed out an ironic laugh. ‘But this is a different problem and you’re not going to like it.’
Dennis opened another piece of nicotine gum and put it in his mouth with a sigh. ‘What is it?’
‘There’s asbestos around the pipes and I’ve had a good look around. It’s definitely in the walls as insulation and it might have been used in the roof.’
Dennis swore so violently that Georgie jumped.
‘Asbestos in the roof? Where Mitch was? In all that dust that just fell down on him and us?’ Georgie heard her rising incredulity but she didn’t wait for a reply. Running back to the kitchen she said, ‘Guys, possible asbestos contamination. Put on masks.’
The ambulance officers turned and stared at her and she found herself saying, ‘Sorry. No one knew.’
‘Lucky we travel with plenty of masks. Here.’ The younger officer dug into his kit. ‘Take one for everyone.’
‘Thanks.’ She took the masks and trudged back to the dining room, where she handed them out. ‘Please wear these.’
When she gave one to Dennis, his face told her what she already knew—she’d have to move out.
His voice was muffled behind the mask. ‘Doc, I’ll have to arrange for a licensed asbestos-removal company to deal with this before we can come back in and work.’
No need to panic yet. ‘And about how long will that take?’
‘To ring the company? Two minutes. Until they can actually come and do the job?’ He pulled on the scraggy ends of his beard. ‘This close to Christmas and with the entire building industry shutting down for its annual holiday at the end of next week …’ his shoulders rose and fell in defeat ‘… how long is a piece of string?’
She sucked in her lips and then breathed out slowly. ‘So you’re saying I might have to move out for more than a couple of days.’
‘It will probably be more like a month. I can’t really see this job happening until after New Year.’
Her mind grappled with dates. ‘So you mean totally finished by early January rather than in two weeks? I can move back in the moment the asbestos is gone, right?’
He sighed, his expression resigned. ‘I mean the asbestos will be removed early January and then we can come in and finish the job. Mid to late January.’
Her knees wobbled and she sat down on a chair as reality slugged her hard. She heard herself wail, ‘But the baby’s due on January twelfth.’
‘Sorry, Doc. I know you want everything perfect for when the baby comes, but babies don’t care about stuff like that. Hell, our firstborn slept in an old bottom drawer from a tallboy.’ He grinned at the memory. ‘We’d just moved again before the second and his room didn’t get painted until he was two.’
‘Dennis, if you’re trying to reassure me, it isn’t working.’ Logistics raced around her mind and her heart rate matched their speed. She’d planned to finish up at work at the end of the week and spend the ten days before Christmas removing building dust and setting up the nursery. Now she was effectively homeless for weeks. None of this had been part of the plan. None of it was supposed to be happening. She was always so well organised and now all her best-laid plans were dust. Asbestos dust.
She bit off the rising stream of expletives that begged to pour from her lips, not just because her builder didn’t need to know she could match him in that department but as part of practising for motherhood. Instead, she dropped her head in her hands and pressed her thumbs into her temples.
‘I’m sure your family would love to have you stay with them at Christmas and fuss over you,’ Dennis offered, hope in his voice.
‘They’re dead.’ The words shot out, unexpectedly harsh, driven by her lack of control over the mess that was her house and the fact that the festive season was always a tough time for her without her parents.
Dennis’s eyes widened. ‘I didn’t know. Sorry, love.’
‘No, I’m sorry, Dennis.’ She sat up straight, pulling herself together. ‘You’re trying to help and I appreciate it, but all in all today pretty much sucks.’
‘Yeah, love, it does. How about you make this enforced time out of the house work for you?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Take a bit of a holiday. Head down the coast because once the baby comes, you’re going to be busy.’
The coast. An idea pinged into her head so big, bright and shiny that it was the answer to her problem. She shot to her feet and hugged the brawny builder. ‘Dennis, you’re brilliant.’
He grinned. ‘Be sure to tell my wife that.’
She laughed. ‘I will. You go and make that phone call and I’ll go and pack a couple of suitcases.’
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