***in' Perfect
I think it'd be good for her, too.
As they took Alli to the back, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number I'd never forgotten with shaking hands. I almost cried when the sweet southern voice on the end answered just like it always had. "Missin' Thompson triplet speaking, how may I help you, Miss Lexi?" Laura answered. "Laura..." I said. "Hey there. How come you ain't called me, huh? I haven't heard from you in months," she replied. "I know. I'm sorry. Listen, uh...I'm back in Atlanta...it was just gonna be for the night, but..." my voice broke.
"Oh no. What's wrong, darlin'?" Laura asked. "Alli's pregnant...and she's in labor. She's seven months...not even," I said. "Where are you?" she asked. "Emory. Laura, please bring Little Jimmy with you...I miss you both so much...and Alli does, too. She'd love to see you...and I think it'd be good for her, too. She's so scared...and she's in so much pain," I told her. "I'm on my way, darlin'."
"Oh no. What's wrong, darlin'?" Laura asked. "Alli's pregnant...and she's in labor. She's seven months...not even," I said. "Where are you?" she asked. "Emory. Laura, please bring Little Jimmy with you...I miss you both so much...and Alli does, too. She'd love to see you...and I think it'd be good for her, too. She's so scared...and she's in so much pain," I told her. "I'm on my way, darlin'."