Andy was waiting for Laura in the private room they’d just moved her to. The babies were in the nursery, a son and a daughter. He still couldn’t believe it. Laura had lost a fair amount of blood but hadn’t needed a transfusion, as they quickly got the bleeding under control after the emergency C-section, where they delivered his son.
His baby boy was smaller, at four pounds three ounces, but he was doing well with his sister, both breathing on their own. When Dr. Richardson had shown up, he felt the icy chill and worry that Laura had screamed and cried and worried over, so he’d called Brian, his private detective, and ordered him down there. Brian was now standing outside the nursery, making sure no one went anywhere without his permission. Maybe he was being paranoid, but after what happ
