(Author's POV)
"William, how much more time will it take?" Sandra asked, her phone sandwiched between her ear and shoulder as she was busy whisking the cream.
"Honey, we have just left the hospital, barely ten minutes ago. It will take some time," William answered patiently, his eyes on the road.
"You didn't tell Myra about it, did you?" Sandra queried, her tone hushed.
Willian glanced sideways towards the passenger seat and said, fumbling a bit, "Hmm, I did not."
"Everything is almost prepared, and we are just waiting for you two. Drive safe, hmm," Sandra mumbled. "And, one more thing, don't forget to call me five minutes before reaching the house, okay? OKAYYY~~~??"
"Ummhmm, I will, honey. Bye," William disconnected the call. He once again looked at Myra, who was occupying the passenger seat, looking out of the window. She seemed to be enjoying the scenery, or rather, lost in deep thought.
