He picks up quickly. “Roman’s calling me on the phone. This’d better be good.”
“Walker.” My voice cracks.
“Shit, is everything all right, man?”
No, nothing is right. Everything is falling to shit, and it’s all of my fault.
“It’s Eva.”
“Eva? What do you mean?” I can hear the panic in his voice.
“I stopped by her apartment today. She was screaming in pain. We’re at the hospital. I’m waiting.” I sigh, every word weighted with exhaustion. “Just waiting for a doctor to tell me what’s going on.”
“What hospital?” he demands.
I tell him the hospital we’re at, and the phone goes silent. I look down and see that the call ended.
“He hung up,” I relay to the guys.
“You did the right thing,” Lincoln says. “We’ll be here when he shows up.”
The doctor who was working on Eva steps out into the waiting room. I sit up straight as his eyes scan the room. When they land on mine, he starts walking in my direction.
I try to read his body language. Does it look like one that a doctor would hold if he was going to deliver bad news? My stomach churns like it could dispose of everything inside of it at any moment.
“Mr. …” the doctor starts.
“Roman. Call me Roman.”
He nods. “Roman. She’s awake now. We’re waiting on the blood work and scans to come back. She’s stable. We gave her some pain medication to keep her comfortable. We should know more in the next hour.”
“And the baby?” I ask, rubbing my hands over my thighs nervously.
“This early in the pregnancy, we can’t detect a heartbeat. We took her blood work. When that comes back, we’ll have a better idea. But we will need to wait a couple of days and check again to make sure the pregnancy is progressing.”
Lincoln’s hand rubs my back. “That’s good news. Right now, focus on Eva being safe. Her body will fight for the baby.”
“When can I see her?” I ask.
“She’s asking for you. We are just getting her transferred to a room. We will let you know when she’s there and you can go straight in to see her.”
“Thank you,” I reply.
The doctor walks away, and I slouch back into my chair. Eva’s safe … for now. They still don’t know what is wrong. The idea of waiting days to know if my baby is safe leaves me feeling completely defeated.
It’s like I’m already failing as a father.
Chapter Thirty-One
Eva
Abeeping noise startles me from sleep. I open my eyes to see bright lights and a white ceiling. My stomach. It’s killing me.
What is going on?
I look around the room, at the curtains hanging around me.
I’m in the hospital.