The door suddenly opens, but it’s Ryke. Leaving. I catch him pinching his eyes before he disappears. After a few minutes of silence, Lily breathes out trained breaths, her eyes shut as wet trails streak her cheeks.
When Ryke enters the room again, so does the doctor, and I wonder if my brother tracked him down. I have a feeling he did.
The man with combed blond hair and blue scrubs does a small double-take, recognizing our faces from the media, probably. He snatches a chart off the wall. “I’m Dr. Adams. I’ll be taking your ultrasound.”
“You seem young,” I say.
“I’m a first year resident.”
As long as he can read the machine, I don’t really care what year he is.
Dr. Adams sits on a stool and lifts Lily’s sweater to her ribs. While he squirts gel on her stomach, his gaze pings between me and Ryke, deep in thought. “So who’s the father?”
Ryke crosses his arms, and I glower. He can’t be serious.
“Loren is,” Lily answers softly.
“I may have lost my kid and that’s what you ask me?” I say to this guy.
Dr. Adams switches on the ultrasound monitor. “If you need a paternity test—”
“She doesn’t fucking need one,” I cut him off. My throat is too closed up to add anything else. I can’t even flash a dry smile. I just glare.
Ryke adds, “You have the worst fucking bedside manner I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m working on it,” he says unenthusiastically. And then he presses the probe on her stomach, smoothing the gel out as he runs it across her skin. The sonogram pops up on the monitor, and Lily’s fingers tighten around mine, her collar protruding as she inhales.
And slowly, I hear the beep, beep, beep of another heart.
The relief almost buckles my legs.
He’s okay.
I rub my lips as my body asks me to exhale, to breathe, to cry. I bottle every sentiment that normal people let out. Why are you fucking crying, Loren? I hear my dad’s voice in the pit of my ear. And I shut down any tears. Just like that.
“He’s looking good,” Dr. Adams affirms. “Vitals of both mother and child, no internal bleeding, everything in check.” He quickly stands up, wiping the gel off her stomach with a towel. “I suggest consulting your Ob/Gyn within the week, just as routine, but it all should be fine. I have to do some paperwork, and I’ll have a nurse release you when you’re free to go.”
He speaks so fast that he’s out the door, and the weight of this good news hits me harder.
My life wasn’t rerouted again. Not this time. I sit on the edge of the hospital bed, and Lily immediately flings her arms around my shoulders, her forehead to my chest. I hug her closer, my heart pounding so hard that I wonder if she can feel it.
I want him.
Goddamn I want this kid more than I’ve wanted a lot of things in life.
And I know it’s because he’s a part of us. I’d never want to destroy a piece of Lily. No matter if the road ahead will be rougher. Without her, it’d be unbearable. We’ve crossed a point where losing our son would hurt more than actually having him.
“Lil,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. “I love you.” My hand slides across her neck, and she lifts her head and kisses me, so tenderly that I understand she wants it to be one kiss and nothing more sexual. I open my mouth to ask if she’s okay.
But she speaks before I can. “You’re relieved.”
I shake my head and tilt her chin up.
She frowns.
“I’m happy,” I clarify. Despite all of my fears, I’m happy that he’s alive.
She kisses my cheek and then I can’t hold back any longer, I kiss her full-force, my breath becoming hers and hers mine. One of my arms wraps along her back. When the door creaks open, we instantly part.
“Thanks,” Daisy says to a nurse who must’ve led her here.
“Do you need anything else, honey?”
“No, I’m good.” She has stapled papers in her hand, and she waves to the nurse as she leaves. When Daisy spins around, Ryke approaches her without hesitance or caution—he kisses her on impact with deep concern. And she holds onto his waist, her body curving towards him in acceptance and want of that embrace.
I’m about to look away, but he pulls back and says, “You fucking scared me.”
“I scared myself,” she whispers, searching his eyes. “Don’t make me cry.”
“It’s okay to cry, Dais.”
My stomach knots.
She nods and stands on the tips of her toes to kiss him once more. Then she says, “I love you.”