Becca
“Jesus, Blake, where the hell have you been?” Now I recognized her glare as something I’d surely directed at my own brother. “Hi, Becca.”
It amused me that she was still annoyed with him and happy to see me.
He scowled at her. “You should be nicer to me, Syd. You’re gonna need me to babysit that little nugget, and if you’re mean now, I might not do it.”
“True. I do only want you for your babysitting and hospital chauffeuring.” She rubbed a hand over her belly, which protruded like a mountain in front of her as she lay reclined on the hospital bed.
“Pain levels still okay? On a scale of one to ten, ten being the most, how would you rate your pain?”
“I’d say I’m at a two. I feel some pressure but not really pain,” she said.
“That’s good. Pressure is good.” I looked at the monito
