Laura found herself settled in a private room in the hospital with a large window overlooking the parking lot. A strap was wrapped around the lower part of her abdomen, monitoring for any further signs of contractions—a stress test, as the doctor referred to it. She had been told to relax, which was without a doubt impossible, as Gabriel’s face kept appearing in her mind. She was desperate to get back to him. Andy was lounging in the chair beside her, watching the monitor.
“Andy, can you call Jed and Diana and make sure that Gabriel is okay? I need to get out of here and back to him. He’s going to start to worry.” She pounded her fist on the edge of the bed.
Andy slid beside her on the bed. He was so strong that he could handle anything, and she found herself wanting to slip into that. B
