Liz put the phone down, ignoring the fluttering sensation in her stomach. The baby is active, she thought, though she heard the concern in Casey’s voice once again. Marge lit several lanterns. “This happens all the time up here, don’t you worry. Now Casey told me to check up on you,” she said. “You must be someone special because nobody, and I mean nobody, has ever stayed in this cabin for longer than an evening or at the most a raucous weekend,” she said, still chuckling. Liz laughed along, avoiding mental images of Casey Bennett and any other woman. “She made me promise to look in on you,” Marge said and looked at Liz’s stomach. “When are you due?” “December 3. I feel like it’s tomorrow.” “Had three and I know what you mean.” Marge looked at Skye, who was holding onto Liz’s neck. “Well, aren’t you the cutie? I can see what Casey likes in both of you,” she said with a wink. “I’ve known Casey for ten years. She bought this property then and cleared most of it herself with a few friends.
