“Is this Leo?”
“Who's this?”
“This is Evelyn. Reagan's neighbour.” It's like ice water is dumped over me. Breath wooshes out of my lungs as panic grips me.
“Is she okay?”
“She had to go to the hospital. She was having some pain, and the doctor was concerned.”
“Where is she?” I'm up and moving towards the elevator. I don't care if she might not want to see me. I have to make sure she's okay. That they're okay.
“St. Elizabeth's. I'm here now.”
“Has the doctor been in to see her?” I step into the waiting elevator, bemoaning the thirty floors I have to crawl past.
“She's in with her now. I'll keep you updated, but just get here. It's not me she wants.” The call ends abruptly as I hit the underground garage.
The moment the doors open, I'm hauling ass to my car. My thoughts are singular. I must get to Reagan. If anything happens to her and I'm not there, I'll never forgive myself.
The city is empty as I race through the streets. Fear is clawing at the edges of my vision. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to them. Reagan and our baby somehow became my entire world. I don't know when it happened, but with her, everything in my world is right. No shitty childhood with deadbeat parents. No meaningless fucks.
Everything took on new meaning when Reagan got pregnant. She is the single most important person in my life.
Pulling into the hospital parking lot, I turn off the car and rush to find her. Bursting through the doors, I find an admin who gives me directions to the obstetrics unit.
After another painfully slow elevator ride, I'm finally where I need to be. “Hi. I'm looking for Reagan Foster. She was just—” I stop as I hear someone call my name.
“She's in here.”
I close the distance between me and Evelyn.
“Thank God you were there. Is she okay?”
“The doctor's running a few tests and will be back in a few minutes. She's scared.” Evelyn looks scared too. It does nothing to diminish my own fear.
“Thanks for being here for her.”
“She's a sweet girl. I hope they're both okay.”
I squeeze her shoulder before pushing open the room door. I take a breath to calm my raging nerves. I don't ever remember being this worked up in my life. I step into the room, and my breath catches. Reagan looks tiny, overwhelmed in the bed. Wires lead from her arms to the beeping machines.
“Leo?” Reagan's voice is small, unsure. “What are you doing here?”
“Evelyn called. Are you okay?”
“I don't know.” She angrily swipes a stray tear away. “The doctor should be back in a few minutes.”
“Did they say what was wrong?”
“Likely related to my blood pressure.”
“What happened?” I walk over to her, needing to be near her, but not touching her.
“I had pains in my stomach. It can happen if your blood pressure isn't controlled, so Dr. Thomas had me come in.”
Fuck. I hate that I wasn't there for her. That the stress of us isn't helping her, but likely hurting her.
“Ahh, good. Dad is here.” The doctor, a younger woman, pops in. She's far too chipper for this time of night. For what we're going through.
