'Officer, there's a woman in labor, I really have to-' 'Both of our cars are in my name,' I explained, leaning my arm on the window. He frowned again, his eyes narrowing just slightly. Charlie had sworn he was going to have it fixed.
I thought it had seemed darker down here than the last time I'd traveled this road. I sighed, closing my eyes in frustration. I always took his car when I went to a birth, because he had to take the kids to the sitter, and the car seats were in the minivan I usually drove. 'You have a headlight out.' He pointed to the front of my husband's car. 'No.' I shook my head, seeing him raise his eyebrows at me under his hat. 'Do you know why I pulled you over, ma'am?' I heard his boots kicking gravel again and shoved my phone back into my purse, looking up at him as he leaned over to talk to me. This was only the fifth birth we'd done together, and I couldn't believe I might miss it because of some cop! Charlotte had called me at three-fifteen to tell me Katie's water had broken and told me to meet her there. 'Fuck,' I swore, looking at the 'Searching for service' screen illuminated on my phone. Charlotte's number was three on my speed dial, after 'home' and 'Charlie's cell.' I pushed the button and waited, but nothing happened. I grabbed my cell phone out of my purse, ducking down a little in the seat, hoping he couldn't see me. Without a word, he took my paperwork, turned around and went back to his cruiser. It was close to the truth, but not quite, and I swear he could tell. He fixed his eyes on me for a moment, assessing. There's a woman in labor about half a mile from here who's waiting for me to deliver her baby. His face had that square, chiseled look I always associated with cops. 'It's a home birth,' I explained, pleading at him with my eyes. 'There isn't a hospital around here for miles, ma'am.' His gaze was level and cool, disbelieving. 'Midwife,' I corrected, adding softly, 'Apprentice midwife.' 'Officer, I'm sorry, but I'm really in a hurry. 'Here you go.' I managed to keep my voice from quivering, but was unable to stop the way my hands trembled. The papers were buried under fast food napkins and packets of ketchup and taco sauce. I handed him my license, flipping my glove box open and digging through.
#IS MY LICENSE SUSPENDED MA REGISTRATION#
'License, registration and proof of insurance?' I glanced over at him, my heart leaping as it always did whenever I faced someone in authority. 'Ma'am.' He bent down to look into my window. It was the only light out here-there were no streetlights at all. I dug through my wallet for my license, hearing his boots crunching the gravel as he came up to my car, waving his flashlight in through my window. It was a relief after the heat of the day. I rolled down my window, letting in the cool night air with just a hint of dampness. I hadn't seen one car since turning down this road, but that wasn't surprising-it was four in the morning and I'd been watching for a break in the farms and fields, looking for my next turn. I pulled over onto the grass on the side of the dirt road. My stomach lurched when I saw the red and blue flashing lights appear out of nowhere behind me.
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