Away in a Manger

“I can’t stay sitting in here anymore,” Max grumbles from the front seat of Billy’s Camaro. She’s nine months pregnant and was due two days ago, but the baby still hasn’t come. Now, sitting in the broken down two-door and freezing their asses off on Christmas Eve of 1994, Steve can tell that she’s really lost her cool. “Let’s just go into that barn, okay? Look - there’s a light on and everything. It can’t be any worse than a car without working heat.”“Without working anything,” Will grumbles from next to Steve in the backseat.Max grins to herself and reaches up to the back of the passenger seat and hums pleasantly when Will’s hand curls on top of hers.“Someone will come soon,” Billy insists, wringing his hands on the steering wheel. “I mean, someone has to, right?”“No one’s been by in an hour, Billy!” Max snaps, and she shoves the door open and struggles out, swinging one leg before getting stuck. She shoots a withering glare over her shoulder at her brother. “Help me the fuck out of this steel box.”