Chapter 109: Complications
*My dad’s a doctor. I need him. – Evie*
“Knock knock, Avon calling.” Isaac said stepping into the little room and pulling the curtain behind him.
Smiling at her dad she gave a little laugh. “Do you still say that?”
“Uh, yeah.” He scoffed sitting down in the chair by her bed. “I see people on what can be their worst day, a little levity helps. Sometimes. Not advisable if there’s nothing you can do but make them comfortable.”
“Like when they get shot and are dying.” She whispered.
“Yes.” He answered in his doctor voice.
He knew the reason he asked for him was because he was a doctor. She needed her Dr. Dad as all his kids called him. Had it been about getting shot, she would have asked for Deputy Dad. Feral Dad would have been asked to handle anything that the other two could not.
“I was so scared. It was a funny looking gun. Boxy. It looked fake. But it felt real.”
He took her hand that was playing with trim of the white blanket. “It was real. Joy went off the deep end of the deep end. Good thing is that she didn’t know what she was doing.”
“She had no control. I don’t think she had ever held a gun before. She certainly wasn’t aiming for center mass.”
“Probably your heart.”
They were both silent as they each contemplated the other possible outcomes of the day. A few inches to the right was the jugular. A few inches lower and it would have ripped through her heart and lungs.
“I found something to live for and then nearly die.” She took an unsteady breath and squeezed his hand. “Did they tell you that they are going to keep me?”
“Yeah, complications.”
“Daddy, I’m pregnant.” She spoke so softly that he questioned if he had actually heard her.
“That’s the complication?” he finally asked and she nodded as tears slid down her cheeks.
“I’m scared. I want this baby.”
“Scoot over.” He got on the bed and let her lean into his side. Carefully, father cuddled daughter offering the comfort that only a parent could.
“Four years ago, you had a day so horrible that I cannot even imagine the hell you were in. And I was there. Until you started to miscarry, you were not the focus of the medical staff. Today, you are their focus. Do you know how far along you are?”
“No. We’ve been careful and I’m pretty sure that I had a period last month.”
He chuckled. “Pretty sure?”
“The more I think about it, the less certain I am.” She admitted.
“When is the last one that you are certain of?”
“May?” she said as more of a question than an answer.
“Did anyone make sure that you took your pills while you were sick?” Isaac asked, pretty sure that he already knew the answer.
Realization set in as a nurse with light brown hair stepped inside. On her wine colored scrubs was the name Ali Whitestone, RN. “We’re about to move her up.”
“Is her doctor available?” Isaac asked. “I’m also her doctor and I would suggest a sonogram since multiples run rampant in the family.”
“How rampant?” the doctor asked joining them.
“I’m a triplet. She has twin sisters. Her brother and a sister have twins and another sister has twins and triplets.” Isaac explained. “We have litters.”
“I’ll notify Dr. Barkley.” The doctor said stepping back out.
“That’s a lot of multiples.” The nurse said. “We’re taking her to room 403, it’s in the maternity wing.”
“I’ll have Doc take your men up.” He said kissing his daughter’s hair. “I’ll let ya’ll decide who and what to tell.”
“I love you, daddy.”
“Love you too, Eves.”
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