"Mel? Are you nervous about--you know--giving birth?" "Not at all. You know why, big fella? Because I'm meeting John Stone at Valley Hospital, and if everything goes to hell, I'm having a big fat epidural. Afterward, I'm having a rare steak and a tall beer." "Mel," he said, running a hand down her hair onto her shoulder. "I want you to have the epidural." "Jack--are you nervous?" "Oh, baby, nervous doesn't touch it. You're my whole world. I don't think watching you hurt is something I can do. But I gotta be there, you know?" She smiled and shook her head. "You know how you always said I should trust you? Well, now it's time for you to trust me. I know what I'm doing, Jack." "Yeah. Well, that makes one of us." When"