He hasn't even told anyone at the stables he's leaving. It hadn't occurred to him until right this moment, while stepping into the cab, but his job be damned. The owners are reasonable, Ross hardly expects they'll sack him for rushing to make sure he's there for his wife giving birth and if they do, they're hardly anyone he'd want to continue working for anyhow. All that matters to him right now is getting to Demelza, seeing with his own eyes that she's going to be alright, and he wants so badly to be grasping her hand right now. He wonders if it'd be more of a comfort for her or himself, at this point that's not entirely clear, but he instructs the driver to take him to the hospital and then the rest of the world fades away.
"I'll be there at the hospital to meet you in no time at all, I swear it," Ross tells his wife, leaning back against the cushion of the seat. He isn't relaxed, not by any means, and he's fidgeting in a way that makes him uncomfortable but there's no way to pace when he's sitting in a taxi. "You just stay with me until they say you can't any longer, you tell them your husband will make them pay for it if you have to disconnect a second before that."
He brings a hand up to rub at this temple, his fingers brushing over the raised skin of his scar, and he lets his eyes fall shut as a soft smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. "Do you think we'll have a boy or girl, hmm? Will Julia grow up with a little Jeremy or Verity?"
There's no way of knowing, all the superstitions Demelza has told him about when it comes to guessing what the child will be have all sounded rather absurd to him. Rosss just hopes to distract Demelza from what he's certain must be frightening her, even in some small way. She's never been in an ambulance before, neither has Ross, and he doesn't know how to provide comfort for that because he doesn't quite know what it means to be whisked away in one so he's doing the best he can. Until he's there to be with Demelza, it's all he can do.
no subject
"I'll be there at the hospital to meet you in no time at all, I swear it," Ross tells his wife, leaning back against the cushion of the seat. He isn't relaxed, not by any means, and he's fidgeting in a way that makes him uncomfortable but there's no way to pace when he's sitting in a taxi. "You just stay with me until they say you can't any longer, you tell them your husband will make them pay for it if you have to disconnect a second before that."
He brings a hand up to rub at this temple, his fingers brushing over the raised skin of his scar, and he lets his eyes fall shut as a soft smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. "Do you think we'll have a boy or girl, hmm? Will Julia grow up with a little Jeremy or Verity?"
There's no way of knowing, all the superstitions Demelza has told him about when it comes to guessing what the child will be have all sounded rather absurd to him. Rosss just hopes to distract Demelza from what he's certain must be frightening her, even in some small way. She's never been in an ambulance before, neither has Ross, and he doesn't know how to provide comfort for that because he doesn't quite know what it means to be whisked away in one so he's doing the best he can. Until he's there to be with Demelza, it's all he can do.