“Spencer Penn?” Kira asked, and not fondly. “From high school?”
Yeah, that Spencer Penn.
Krissy turned onto her back and struggled to sit up.
Without giving it a second thought, Spencer rushed over to help her, for the first time noticing how tired she looked. No wonder. According to what she’d told the doctor and nurse, she’d just recently returned from an assignment in Hawaii, was already working full time while in the process of looking for an apartment, and had not yet had time to visit a local OB-GYN or attend a birthing class.
For a woman as pregnant as Krissy, shouldn’t finding a local OB-GYN and attending a birthing class have been the first two things she’d done upon arriving in the area where she’d be having her baby?
“What are you doing here?” Krissy asked Kira.
“A nurse called me.”
“Why did a nurse call you? I didn’t ask a nurse to call you.” She directed her question and statement to Kira. But she directed one heck of a look at Spencer.
Yes. He’d asked the nurse to call Krissy’s sister. A woman, in the hospital, possibly about to lose her baby would want her sister with her, wouldn’t she? Based on the look she’d given him, apparently not.
“Why did a nurse call me?” Kira said. “Maybe because my sister is in the hospital and couldn’t be bothered to call me herself, that’s why. What happened?”
“Don’t look so worried,” Krissy said to Kira. “I’m fine.”
“You are not fine,” Kira said, her eyes roaming over the fetal monitor reading then up to the cardiac monitor. “I told you to get in to see a local OB-GYN as soon as possible.”
“Exactly!”
Krissy shot him a glare so fierce it would have burned all the flesh from his face, if such a thing were possible. Okay, so he probably should have kept his opinion to himself. You’re just screwing up left and right today, aren’t you?
To his surprise, rather than lay into him, Krissy turned to Kira and calmly said, “I didn’t call because I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t want you to drop everything and run over here, which is exactly what I knew you’d do.” She reached out and held Kira’s hand. “Between managing Derrick’s office and helping Tippy care for Mom and being pregnant yourself, you have enough to deal with. I told you I could do this on my own and I will.”
A snippet from Jarrod’s letter flashed in his mind.
Krissy will try to do everything on her own, but she can’t. She’ll need help. And since I’m not there, I expect you, my oldest and best friend, my blood brother since the third grade, to be there for her.
“I don’t want to be another burden,” Krissy went on.
“You’re not a burden,” Kira said. “You have never been a burden. You’re my sister and I love you.” She bent down to hug Krissy.
Krissy hugged her back. “I love you, too. And I did listen to you. I visited my doctor in Hawaii the day before I left. He examined me and said everything was fine. He recommended to follow up in two to three weeks. I’ve been researching doctors and asking around. As luck would have it, the doctor who saw me today was one of the ones I was considering. He’s agreed to take me on as a patient. So there, you see?” She lifted her hands off of the bed. “No need for you to worry about me.”
Then she whipped her evil eyes back to Spencer. “Now that my sister’s here, you can go.” Krissy dismissed him. “She’ll give me a ride home.”
“But the doctor—” Spencer tried.
“Don’t.” The about-to-commit-murder expression she gave him softened when she turned to look at Derrick. “You’ll talk to the doctor,” she said sweetly, “and get him to let me go home tonight, won’t you Derrick?”
“Why wouldn’t he let you go home tonight?” Kira asked, obviously worried.
“Because she came in hypertensive,” Spencer answered.
“It’s not a big deal,” Krissy said to Kira. “Really. As if all the hideous and uncomfortable changes your body goes through during pregnancy aren’t enough, a new fun fact I learned today, is that when your baby gets to be a certain size, he can kick your bladder and make you pee yourself and think your water’s broken and you’re going into early labor. I panicked. That’s all. My blood pressure shot up and now it’s back down. It’s been stable throughout my pregnancy. Today was a fluke, a one-time response to an upsetting event.”
She’d failed to mention the sharp pain and resulting abdominal tightness she’d felt just prior to her thinking her water had broken. This time he kept quiet. But even that didn’t save him.
“Part of the reason I came in hypertensive,” she said to Spencer, looking like she was trying very hard to stay in control, “is because you made me go hypertensive.” She jabbed her index finger in his direction. “The doctor said I need to stay calm and I can’t stay calm when you’re here because every time you open your mouth you upset me. Now get out of here.” She pointed to the door rather aggressively. “Before you make me burst a blood vessel in my head and have a stroke and you kill me and my baby.”
Spencer couldn’t help it. He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled. “Still have a flair for the dramatic, I see.”
Krissy threw her plastic cup of water at him. Luckily she had lousy aim. And there wasn’t much water in it.
“On a serious note.” Derrick took on what Spencer figured was his Dr. Limone voice. When he had everyone’s attention, he pointed at Krissy’s cardiac monitor.
Her heart rate and blood pressure, which had, in fact, returned to within normal limits soon after she’d learned her baby was okay, were both back on the rise. Riling her up in high school had provided him with hours of entertainment. Riling her up when she was pregnant and in the hospital? He needed to be more careful. “I’m sorry,” he said, forcing as much sincerity as he could into his tone, because he was sorry, for real, and for more than teasing her in that moment.
“Why is he even here?” Kira asked. “What would make you pick Spencer Penn, of all people, to be your baby’s godfather?” She looked over at him. “No offense, Spencer. But last I remember, Krissy didn’t think all that highly of you.”
She probably didn’t think all that highly of him now, either. Justifiably so.
“Because that’s what Jarrod wanted,” Krissy said.
“Jarrod?” Kira asked. “What’s he got to do with this?”
“This is his baby.” Krissy caressed her large belly over the monitor straps, looking down at it, her expression soft and loving and so unexpected, as was the warmth that spread through him when he saw it. “A little boy,” she said, with a small smile. “Not to jinx anything, but I’ve already decided to name him Jarrod Junior and call him J.J.”
J.J. Spencer liked it. Jarrod would have liked it too.
He imagined a little boy with Jarrod’s mischievous smile and dimples running around and getting into trouble. Between that little bit of imagery and the baby’s heart beating loudly through the monitor, reality gave Spencer a second punch to the gut. Like it or not, Jarrod’s baby would soon be coming into the world. And he’d need a good man in his life.
Spencer glanced at the bed, at Krissy’s hands in particular. No wedding or engagement ring. Did she already have a man in her life? If so, she didn’t call him to tell him she was in the hospital. And she’d put Kira down as her emergency contact.