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"Really?" Adam smiled in relief. "I was just about to call around for a helicopter!"

Kevin passed Adam a plate of cheese sandwiches that he and Mark had made for breakfast."When do you want to leave?" inquired Kevin.

"Charlie just fell asleep again, and I want her to have a little more rest," replied Adam, wearily dropping onto the couch with his sandwich. Wally wagged her tail and jumped up to sit beside him. "How are you doing, Girl? Do you miss Mommy?"

"Wally's been whimpering all morning," related Kevin. "I've had quite a time keeping her out of the master bedroom."

"Your mommy's all right," Adam gave the dog a hearty pet.

With eyes turned upward toward Adam, Wally rested her head on his knee.

The tired musician leaned back in the sofa. "What a night!" he groaned happily. Then Adam opened one eye at Kevin. "How's Chuck? I haven't seen him all morning."

"He's still asleep," shrugged Kevin.

"At least someone in this house got some rest last night," chuckled Adam, shutting his eyes for a few moments of sleep. "Thanks for helping out, guys. I know this wasn't in your job description."

Kevin got up and Mark followed his example. "It's no problem," replied Kevin. "Let us know when you want to leave. I figure since no one will be here to watch Chuck, we'd better take him with us when you and Charlie go to the hospital."

"Uh-huh," Adam muttered, already feeling sleep overtake him.


An hour later, Adam awoke on his own and went to the master bathroom to toss some cold water on his face. He wanted to get started for the hospital, and if they didn't leave soon, it would be lunch time. "At least we gave the flooded wash more time to go down," Adam reasoned to himself. He grabbed a towel and dried his face.

The sound of water splashing in the bathroom sink awoke Charlie, and she greeted Adam with a smile when he returned to the master bedroom.

"Are you ready for a drive?" he asked.

"Not really," Charlie laughed. "Do I have a choice?"

"Not really," replied Adam with a playful wink. "How's my son doing?"

Charlie pushed back the blanket and revealed Matthew's head resting against her chest. "He's asleep."

"I'll put him in his crib so you can get dressed."

While Adam carried Matthew to the crib, Charlie eyed the closet on the other side of the bedroom. She wondered if she could make it there on her own. Glad that Adam's attention was elsewhere, Charlie carefully sat up and placed her feet on the floor. Charlie braced herself for some discomfort and stood up. Blood rushed from her head, and she staggered backward, falling onto the bed.

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