Page 114 of Finding Hayes
I hated how much I needed him now.
“Me either.”
“Even when I’m away at the firehouse, I just like knowing you’re in our bed.”
“Me, too.”
“Tell me how your dad is doing today.”
I spent the next twenty minutes filling him in on everything, and then I heard the siren go off in the background.
“I’ve got a call, baby. I’ll phone you later or in the morning if it’s too late.”
“Okay. Be safe. I love you.”
“I love you.”
I ended the call and made my way back to my father’s room just as Dr. Dorsey was coming out after his evening rounds.
“How’s he doing?”
“He’s miserable, but that’s to be expected, and it’s a good sign because it’s doing what it’s supposed to.” He cleared his throat. “Do you have a minute to come to my office?”
My stomach dipped. Why would he need me to come to his office?
Was there more going on than I knew?
Was the cost of treatment more than we’d expected?
My mind raced as I followed him down the hallway to his office.
He closed the door and motioned for me to take the chair across from his desk as he made his way to the other side and sat down.
He typed something on his keyboard and woke up his monitor, and I folded my hands together nervously.
“Is it bad?”
“Well, I guess that depends on if you were expecting this.”
“Expecting this? Does he have complications?” I rubbed my temples with my fingers because I just didn’t know how much more I could handle.
“He doesn’t have any complications, Savannah. At least not more than we’d prepared for, and I’ve already shared all of that with you.”
“Okay. Then what is this about?” I asked, leaning forward, unable to hide the concern from my voice.
“This is about you.” He turned his computer screen toward me. “You’re pregnant.”
You’re pregnant?
“Pregnant? That’s impossible. I’m on the pill. I can’t be pregnant.” Panic erupted beneath my skin. My heart raced. My palms were suddenly ridiculously sweaty.
“Well, one can get pregnant while taking birth control. Do you ever miss a day here and there? That increases your chances.”
I hadn’t been great about it with all that had been going on.
“I’ve probably missed a day or two. Or three,” I winced.
Oh, my god. What had I done?
