“You are?” Gypsy asked in shock.
“Almost thirteen weeks,” Wanda said, and leaned back and sighed. Before anyone could say anything else, they arrived at the hospital and she and Sean were rushed into the ER. Gypsy took her purse and filled out the paperwork. One good thing, Sean was sitting up, and he looked over at her and grinned.
“Does Christopher know?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I wish you both luck.” The curtain between them was closed, and then a team of medical personnel came in to work on her.
“I’m good, just a sore ankle. Before you work on me, I’m not allergic to anything, but I’m on these medications.” She handed the man in charge the list. She wasn’t surprised when he looked at her and asked.
“How long ago?”
“Nine years. But I’m also thirteen weeks pregnant.”
“Okay. Other than your ankle, do you have any other injuries?”
“My elbow.” She lifted it and saw the nurse wince. They began cleaning it and then wrapped it. “The portable x-ray is here. We’re going to put this leadapron over you. Now just hold still.” Everyone left the room except the x-ray technician and then they came back in. Fifteen minutes later the curtain was yanked back, and there stood Christopher.
“Sir, you can’t be in here,” the nurse said.
“I’m her husband,” he said, and went to the head of the bed and took her hand in his. He kissed the side of her head. “How are you?”
“Good, just a banged-up elbow and sore ankle.”
“Well,” came a chuckle from the other side of the room. They looked over and saw x-rays on the lighted wall. “You have a broken ankle. It’s a clean break, but we’re going to have to cast it. I can give you a mild pain reliever that won’t counteract the current medications and won’t hurt the fetus.”
“You told them?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
“No, I’m just glad you did. Because if you hadn’t, I would have.” He grinned and kissed the side of her head again.
“How’s Sean?” Before he could answer, they looked up and saw him standing there with his arm in a sling.
“I’m good. How are you?”
“Just a broken ankle.” She shrugged and settled back when the doctor began casting her ankle.
“While I work on this, go ahead and pick out a color.” He placed a plastic tub of brightly colored rolls on her lap. Christopher picked up the pink and raised a brow, but laughed when she wrinkled her nose at him. She picked up a dull gray.
“Why that one? It’s dull.”
“Yeah, but if I get any slop on it while working, no one would see it.”
“What type of slop? You know you can’t get this wet, right?”
“I do, but I have work to do when I get home. I’ll throw a plastic bag around it. But I have a very messy job, so this gray will blend in.”
“Don’t you think you should have a bright color so that when you see it, you’ll be careful? If you blend in, I’m afraid you’ll forget until I get there to help you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be going home with her,” Gypsy said from the other side of the bed. “I’ll remind her, but Christopher’s right. I’ve seen your work, the gray will look like the rest of you, and you’re going to have to be careful. I know you hate pink.” She grinned at Christopher. “What about this nice light blue?”
“Does it match my eyes?” Wanda grumbled and batted her lashes at them. They were all laughing when a group of people rushed in.
“Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?”
“We went to the gallery after the show, we were going to see if you and Christopher wanted to go to a late dinner. Douglas told us what happened, so we’re here. Fern and the kids are here, and Brandon stayed with Douglas.”
