“I found it!” Harmony squeaked, and came out of her office doing a little dance. “I found the missing money, I found the missing money. The bastard’s going do-ow-own,” she sang.
I giggled, then everything went black.
“…I don’t know, Jax, she went down. Hard. Yes, I’ve called 9-1-1.”
“What happened?” I rasped and tried to sit up.
“Don’t move,” Harmony ordered. “I’ve called an ambulance.
“I’m fine.”
“Jax, I’ll call you back.” She hung up and leaned over me. “Don’t move, LiLi. You might have a clot. We need to get you to the hospital.”
“God, I’m so sick of this boot.”
“I know, honey. It comes off in three hours.”
“Well, maybe not now.”
The ambulance arrived within six minutes and I was loaded into it and driven to the hospital, where I was poked and prodded and left to stare at a semi-white wall while they interpreted the tests.
Harmony had called Cassidy who’d promptly come over and taken care of the kids, then came with me in the ambo.
“I think this is total overkill,” I said, with a sigh.
“Humor me,” Harmony said, staring at the magazine she’d been flipping through for an hour.
“I heard someone decided to play damsel in distress and faint.”
I looked up and smiled. Macey Stone walked in and gave me a hug. She was married to Dallas, one of Jaxon’s FBI partners and was a nurse, apparently a nurse at this hospital.
“Hi, Macey,” I said.
Harmony stood and hugged her. “Are you here to cut through the red tape?”
She chuckled. “If I can. I’m going to see if I can get Alec on it.”
“Okay, Mace, thanks,” Harmony said.
I’d met Alec Stone once. He was Dallas’s brother and a doctor. Head of ER, if I remembered correctly, so he was a good person to know.
Fifteen minutes later, he walked in with Macey behind him.
“Hi Lyric, it’s good to see you again.”
I smiled. “You too. Can you please tell my sister I don’t have a blood clot?”
“Lyric does not have a blood clot.” He turned back to me. “But…you do have a baby.”
“Right.” I laughed, sitting up. “Cute. Okay. So, why did I faint?”
“You’re pregnant.”
I felt the prick of tears and looked at Harmony, begging silently for help. She jumped up from her seat and grabbed my hand. “No, Alec, there must be some mistake.”
He pulled the chart up on the monitor. “The bloodwork clearly shows a high level of the pregnancy hormone. I’d like to do a vaginal ultrasound just to be—”
“No,” I said, swallowing convulsively. “You don’t understand. NiNi,help.”
