“Indeed. How’s the patient?”
Adam shifted the phone so his mother could see Abby.
She gave a little wave. “Hanging in there. The babies are busy, so that’s a good sign.”
“Indeed it is. We’re so proud of you, Abby. You’re doing great.”
“Thank you. That means a lot.”
“Is Liam still there?” Adam asked.
“Liam, come say good night to Mommy and Daddy.”
He let out a squeal and nearly knocked the phone out of Linda’s hand.
“Easy, buddy.”
“Easy.”
“That’s right,” Adam said. “Be gentle with Grammy. We’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Sleep tight.”
“K.”
“Love you so much.”
“Love.”
Adam and Abby made kissing noises.
Liam kissed the phone.
Big Mac took it from him. “How’re you kids holding up?”
“We’re doing okay,” Adam said. “We miss our buddy.”
“He had a great day full of cousins. Try not to worry.”
“We know he’s in good hands with you guys.”
“We love you both. We’ll talk to you in the morning.”
“We love you, too.” Adam ended the call and sat on the edge of Abby’s bed, taking her hand.
“I miss Liam so much,” Abby said. “How will we spend weeks here when he’s on the island?”
“Mom and Dad will bring him over, and we’ll figure something out. There’s no way we’ll be without him for weeks.”
“I couldn’t do it. I’d go mad.”
“So would I. Don’t worry about anything, sweetheart. I’ll take care of it.”
“What would I do without you?”
“You’ll never have to find out.”
Fifteen minutes later, the specialist came in, apologizing for making them wait. Wearing light blue scrubs, she was tall and pretty, with light brown skin and long, curly hair that was contained in a ponytail. “I’m Dr. Isabella Connors, but you should call me Izzy. We’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”
“I’m Adam McCarthy, and this is my wife, Abby.”