Epilogue (Part II)

"Stop staring at the phone," Stephen commented in monotone. Cage was on set, doing some stunts and all he could think about was his wife and the impending birth. 

The assistant director called him to tell him he was needed at the scene. He scampered off, ready to be hung from a wire. He gave one last glance at the phone and shrugged. Maybe it wasn't going to be today. 

They were a week over the estimated date of delivery and there was no sign of Little Miss Cavanaugh appearing. If he guessed, this little girl would be a tornado. 

He had to smile as he imagined raising their little girl and spoiling her. 

He was in the middle of ducking a punch when he heard Stephen yell his name. He failed to duck, the punch landing square on his jaw. His head rang as he fell to the floor and remained there motionless.