Jed stared at the wheelchair parked beside his hospital bed. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in blue jeans and a brown flannel shirt, waiting for Diana to pick him up, because today he was going home. Today he’d finally see his baby boy, hold him, rock him, and play with him.
The door pushed open and Doctor Gordon strode in. She was a tall, dark-haired woman in her early thirties, with the most amazing shade of brown eyes that filled with passion every time she spoke. She wore a long white doctor’s coat over a pair of black slacks and black shirt. She watched Jed for a minute before kicking the door stopper down with her foot, leaving it open just a c***k. “So, today’s the day. How does it feel to be going home?” She stopped in front of Jed and crossed her arms.
“Good. Can
