Page 88 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“One more thing—the doctor said I need to be under the care of a specialist,” she said, her bottom lip trembling. Coy went over to sit next to her and pulled her into his arms. When he told Spencer he was scared shitless, he knew how the whole Jansen family felt for years. “A cardiologist.”

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LEARNING ABOUT EACH OTHER

“You just told us you were fine,” her mother shouted.

There was mass chaos with questions flying around the room faster than Angel could duck them.

“Everyone calm down,” she said. She got up to get a tissue and blew her nose and then came back. “Right now I am. My appointment on Thursday was just a basic one to confirm I was pregnant. I’m due September fifteenth.”

“If everything is fine, then what is going on?” Spencer asked.

“I should be fine during the pregnancy. But I guess like everything else happening during the past week, none of this occurred to me. Pregnancy puts a strain on your body. They need to monitor my heart.”

“Monitor it how?” her father asked.

The last thing she needed right now was for everyone to build a bubble and shove her into it. She wasn’t sure she could do this again and thought she was past it.

Maybe she needed to grow up some and realize that life just didn’t always go as planned.

Hadn’t she known that most of her life?

She’d thought after the surgery to repair her heart she was out of the woods even though she knew she might never be completely.

Anything could happen even if her health had been great for over a decade.

“I don’t know completely,” she said. “I’ve got an appointment in two weeks in Boston. It was the soonest I could get in.”

“How is this all going to work out with you being on the island?” her mother asked. “Are they equipped for things like this? Are there no specialists here?”

She turned to Coy. He could answer this better than her. “To the best of my knowledge, there is no full-time cardiologist on the island. There is one that visits, but I’m not sure of the availability. The island is considered a satellite office. The doctor Angel saw on Thursday is based out of Plymouth, but she does rotations here on the island too.”

“So you can give birth here?” her mother asked. “You won’t have to worry about getting a ferry off the island during labor?”

Angel didn’t even want to think of that possibility. She hadn’t been talking about it much with Coy because she was trying to digest it herself and knew there was still a lot of time.

“I have a direct line to helicopters,” Coy said. “My first cousin owns Bond Charter. Though I don’t often use the service, one phone call will get us on a helicopter fast. When we get closer to delivery, if they want her to deliver in Boston, we’ll make sure we are relocated there prior. Housing isn’t a problem.”

Coy hadn’t said any of these things to her. She wasn’t sure why and wanted to get annoyed but then told herself he knew more about those things.

Maybe he was trying to plan it all out so she didn’t have to.

“There you go,” she said. “I’m trying hard not to worry or get upset or figure it out. It will work out the way it needs to.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” he said. “I’ve got a lot of resources at my fingertips.”

“And money to make it happen,” Spencer said. “Like a fast marriage.”

“What?!” Angel said. “Where did that come from?”

“Spencer,” her mother said. “Mind your own business.”

Her brother looked at Coy. Marriage hadn’t come up once in the past week. She was happy about that too.

“What year do you think this is?” she asked. “People don’t get married for that reason anymore.”

She didn’t want anyone to marry her because of an unplanned pregnancy.

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