As usual in Vancouver, it was dull, cool and sprinkling light rain, but I didn't care. I was home. I stepped down the ramp, limping slightly, and pushed through the barrier. It didn't take long for Customs to release me and then I was out in the waiting room, looking around for my wife. There was the Chief, coming for me with a big smile. I grabbed his hand, glad to see him.
"Where's Pat?"
"In the hospital, having that baby of yours." He laughed at my startled expression. "There's nothing to worry about."
"Nothing to worry about! My God! Let's get going!"
In the car we didn't talk much. At last he pulled into his own parking space at the Lab and turned to me.
"Get on over to the Labor Room and see Pat. I'll meet you up in my office later."
I almost ran to the big Maternity Building, close by, and stepped into the elevator. At the desk of Delivery, the nurse stood up in protest.
"I'm sorry. You can't come in here."
I explained hurriedly who I was.