I tapped my foot on the floor with impatience. "Where is he?"
Smith just looked at me and raised his shoulders. "He's running late, Nat," He answered, "I really think we should go inside. Standing out isn't the safest thing."
"But he isn't picking up his phone either," I whine, "I get worried, you know that."
"And he does too. For you. And between the two of you, he's more capable of taking care of himself than you are. So please, let's head inside?"
I sighed, and then nodded. Smith was right. Niklaus was twenty minutes late to the doctor's appointment, and he usually was never late anywhere, let alone a doctors appointment. He was always a little too enthusiastic to reach on time and look at the baby on the little screen and get to hear his heart beat again, it lit up his eyes like
