Free The Yeah, Baby Series by Fiona Davenport Page B

do want what’s best for her,” Jack agreed. “And if I hadn’t been so damn busy freaking out at the idea of losing my baby sister to my best friend, I would have admitted she couldn’t do any better than you.”
    “Shit, Jack. You’ve got to know I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy.”
    “I know you will,” my brother smiled down at me. “I’ve seen it for myself with how you’ve been taking care of her ever since we got here.”
    And my thoughts went back to why we were in the hospital in the first place. “What if there’s something wrong with the pregnancy?”
    “I’ll never forgive myself,” Jack muttered. “I should have pulled my head out of my ass before I managed to land you in the emergency room.”
    “I’m the one who was arguing with her,” Wyatt pointed out.
    “It’s not your fault. Either of you.”
    “You should listen to my patient. She’s right,” a doctor we hadn’t seen before told the guys as she walked into the exam room. Her eyes slid to my hands, her brow quirking up when she noted both men were holding one. “Mrs. Kincaid, would you prefer to be alone while we talk?”
    “I’m not going anywhere,” Wyatt growled, glaring at the doctor.
    “Neither am I,” Jack added.
    “My husband and brother are anxious about me,” I explained, “and the baby.”
    Her stance relaxed as she sat down on a stool and rolled it towards my bed. “I’m Dr. Harris, one of the OBGYNs with privileges here at the hospital. I bumped into your emergency room physician and he asked if I’d take a look at your chart, come in, and speak with you.”
    “Okay,” I whispered, tensing up because this didn’t sound good.
    “It’s not a bad thing,” she assured me. “Since your husband mentioned to him that you hadn’t found a doctor of your own yet because you wanted a female, he thought you might like to meet me as long as we were both here.”
    “Oh!” I gasped, understanding dawning and relief setting in. If the emergency room doctor thought I needed an OBGYN then—“I’m not miscarrying?”
    “None of the tests indicate a miscarriage,” she confirmed.
    “Thank goodness,” I breathed.
    “What about the pain?”
    “Why did she faint?”
    Wyatt and Jack asked their questions in unison.
    “How’s the pain now?” the doctor asked, her gaze on the tablet in her hands. “You described it as a four on a scale of one to ten when you first arrived. Is it still at the same level?”
    “No,” I whispered. “I’d say it’s more like a two right now. I’d describe it as cramping instead of pain.”
    “That’s great to hear,” she murmured, looking up at me and smiling. “Cramping during the early stage of pregnancy is normal unless it’s accompanied by severe pain or bleeding.”
    “There was blood in my panties when I took them off,” I whispered.
    “Spotting can be normal, too. As long as it wasn't full flow then it was nothing to be concerned about.”
    “And the fainting?” I asked.
    “Well, your blood sugar is a little low which could explain why you fainted,” she replied. “When’s the last time you ate today?”
    “She barely touched her breakfast and only had a light lunch,” Wyatt answered for me.
    “We were meeting for dinner at our dad’s house when she fainted,” Jack added.
    “I’ve been having problems with morning sickness,” I defended. “It’s more like all day sickness.”
    “I’ll write you a prescription for some anti-nausea meds which are safe for the baby,” the doctor offered. “I’ll see if they have any of the ginger pops my patients rave about so you can take a few home with you and see if they work for you. Then I’d like for you to call my office to schedule an appointment this week to follow-up and discuss the plan for your pregnancy going forward.”
    “That’s it?” I asked.
    “Yup,” she confirmed. “Call my office if the spotting or cramps get worse before your appointment. And from what I heard when I