"Yes, ma'am." Tony would pretty much do anything she asked, right now. It was the only way he knew how to deal with pregnant women and with a pregnant woman in labor? It seemed even more necessary.

He helped her into the waiting car and then slipped his cell phone out of his pocket, dialing Remi with one hand while keeping an arm around his daughter.

"Alexa hates everyone and you're a jerk," he announced without preamble when the line was picked up. "Also, which birthing center did you two decide on? It's become very urgent that I have this information."