Charming Fiona by Jessica Prince

Author:Jessica Prince [Prince, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Fiona

I walked back into the waiting room, my hands laden with two coffee trays. Lola’s mom and her husband, Maury, had arrived while I was gone, and were standing with the Lockharts, Dominic, and Sophia. Deacon was still off to the side with Grayson, his hand resting on his brother’s back. Their heads were close, Grayson’s drooped in exhaustion and worry as Deacon spoke quietly to him.

I didn’t want to interrupt, so I moved over to Sophia when she broke away to join me. “Hey.” I handed out coffees to anyone who wanted them and set the rest aside. “Any word?” I asked, turning my attention back to Soph.

She shook her head. “No, but I hope we hear something soon. Grayson looks like he’s about to rip this place apart with his bare hands.”

Glancing back over in that direction, I mumbled, “Yeah.”

As if sensing my attention, Deacon looked back at me and offered a small grin before turning back to his brother.

“So…,” Sophia hedged. “Things good between you two? You know, after your little thing at Sapphire?”

It wasn’t the time or place, but I couldn’t stop from smiling. “Yeah, they're pretty terrific. I love him,” I admitted. Saying it out loud to someone other than Deacon made it feel even more real.

“I’m happy for you, honey. You deserve it.”

Daphne and Caleb blew into the room a few minutes later. Caleb moved to the guys while Daphne came to us girls. “Shit, sorry we took so long. We had to wait for Caleb’s mom to get to our place to watch Evie. Has there been any update?”

Sophia had just opened her mouth to reply when a man in a white coat stepped through the doorway and asked, “Are you the family of Lola Lockhart?”

Grayson immediately detached from Deacon and rushed to the doctor. “Yeah, I’m her husband. Is she okay? Is the baby all right?”

The rest of us gathered behind him and waited for the news. My heart had lodged itself in my throat when Deacon stepped beside me and took my hand. My fingers clenched his as the doctor started talking.

“They’re just fine.” A collective sigh swept through the room. “The baby is a stubborn little thing and wanted to come early, but Mom is just as stubborn about keeping the little one in there longer.”

“That’s the Abbatelli genetics running strong,” Dominic joked, making most everyone around us laugh.

“We managed to stop the contractions, but we’re going to keep her for a day or two to make sure they don’t start up again. Once she leaves here, I’m writing her a prescription for Terbutaline. It’ll keep her from going back into preterm labor. I’m also recommending bed rest until it looks like we’ve gotten things under control. She can get up and move around, but nothing strenuous, and not for more than an hour or two total each day. With the medication and rest, I’m confident we can keep the little one where it belongs for the next few months.

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