Page 77 of Titus

“Cat?”

I blinked and looked over at Wyatt.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I will be when I see my sister,” I smiled. “Thank you for asking.”

“Understandable,” he answered with a sympathetic smile.

The second we entered the main lobby, several staff members immediately recognized Wyatt, then looked at me.

“Ms. Veléz,” one of the concierge nurses greeted softly. “Dr. Aster informed us you were arriving. Your sister’s room is upstairs.”

“Thank you, Jean,” Wyatt answered for me. “I’ll bring her up there.”

I glanced at the man and saw he had that same flirtatious look in his eye as he did with the flight attendant. Damn, this guy must’ve had a lot of fun with the ladies.

I followed Wyatt toward the private elevators as my pulse pounded harder with every passing second. Then the elevator doors opened directly onto one of Saint John’s luxury recovery floors.

Massive windows overlooked the Los Angeles skyline, while quiet lighting, private nursing stations, and modern suites lined the hallway, making it feel more like an upscale hotel than a medical floor.

Jesus Christ, this place is unreal.

My thoughts were interrupted by the overly lavish surroundings when I saw the familiar silhouette of Mickie Aster standing with her tablet next to one of the suites.

The second she saw me approaching, her expression softened immediately.

“Cat,” she greeted me gently, already moving toward me. “Amelia will be so happy you’re here.”

Without warning, the composure I’d barely held together across an ocean began to crack.

“She’s just inside here,” she pointed toward the entrance of a room, “and sleeping comfortably.”

I followed Mickie into the room, seeing Amelia look so impossibly small as she lay in the massive hospital bed.

Morning light spilled through the windows of the recovery suite as monitors quietly hummed around her, and the soft white bedding was carefully tucked beneath her arms as she slept.

My heart broke when I saw the exhaustion and emotional strain still written all over her face. For one terrifying moment after entering the room, I just stood there, looking at her.

Thank God she and the baby were okay. I had to keep that at the front of my mind so that emotions didn’t take over.

“Titus told me he already updated you on the heartbeat and that Amelia and the baby are stable,” Mickie said, most likely seeing me try to keep myself together.

I wanted to hug my sister so badly, but I also knew she needed to rest. The baby needed her to rest.

I brought my attention to Mickie. “Yes, he texted me during the flight back.”

Mickie smiled sweetly. “Good,” she said, glancing at the monitors. “I wanted you to hear the rest directly from me before Amelia wakes up.”

My stomach tightened again instantly when Mickie turned back to me and held the tablet at her side.

“She’s stable,” she reassured calmly, “and so is the baby right now.”

“Right now?” I asked, some fear that things could still go wrong. “What happened exactly?”

Mickie glanced briefly at Amelia before lowering her voice. “Amelia experienced what’s called a subchorionic hemorrhage,” she explained. “Basically, there was bleeding between the uterine wall and the gestational sac.”

I listened carefully, trying to force my exhausted brain to process the medical terminology.