Page 96 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“Hey,” Coy said when he came into the room. “Did they say anything about the test?”

“No,” she said. “I didn’t ask. I’ve learned they don’t say much anyway. Best to hear it from the doctor.” She looked at her watch.

“There is plenty of time,” he said. “That is why you came in earlier than we thought. Tired?”

“A little,” she said. They’d gotten up earlier than normal to catch the flight over.

“We can stop and get some food on the way back,” he said. “If you’re hungry. You didn’t eat much this morning.”

“Nerves more than anything,” she said. And there was no way she was eating anything before she got back on the helicopter. Maybe when they landed, but even then it could be touch and go.

“The same,” he said, holding her hand.

They turned when the door opened and an older man came in. Not as old as Scott Bond, she was guessing, but someone in their late fifties by a guess.

“Angel,” Dr. Overturn said, reaching his hand out. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” she said, returning the greeting.

“And you’ve got to be Coy. You look just like your father.”

Coy shook his hand. “That’s me.”

“Your father likes to talk about his boys. I don’t blame him. I do the same with my kids. Now if only I could beat him on the course one of these days. Do you golf?”

“No,” he said. “Not for anything more than fun.”

“Then you can be your father’s partner next and I’ll bring my son along.”

“Is your son good?” Coy asked.

“Yes, he is, which means if you’re not, I might have a shot against your dad,” Dr. Overturn said, laughing. “And I know you’re anxious to know about your test so I can relieve your mind that everything looks great. Your EKG is normal. We’ll get your echocardiogram scheduled soon and once I have that, I’ll call with the results.”

She let out a big sigh. “That’s good.”

“I’m going to do an exam now and then we’ll talk about the next steps.”

She sat through the exam, which was nothing more than she’d been through before. Her scar was looked at, her heart listened to, her lungs too. Lots of questions like she’d answered for years.

“So everything sounds like it’s in good shape?” Coy asked.

His leg had been bouncing on the floor the whole time. He was staying calm, but she could see how nervous he was on top of it.

“It looks it to me,” Dr. Overturn said. “I’d like to see you back in three months. Earlier if you notice any changes. Then I’ll want to see you again in your last trimester as you get closer to delivery. If all looks good, I think from my end, I’ll only need to see you for routine appointments.”

“Thank you,” she said, shaking his hand.

Coy did the same and the doctor left.

She got her shirt on, then walked out and by then there were patients in the waiting room. She checked out and waited to make her next appointment.

“There is a note here to have you come in at seven forty-five again. Does that work for you?”

“Yes,” she said. “We appreciate him being accommodating.”

“It says here you’re a doctor yourself. We understand that.”

“We’re dentists,” she said. “But yes, we’ve got a practice to run.”

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