The grumble of Hannah’s stomach had me reluctantly easing away. “Let’s get you fed. If you’re sick at night, we need to get as many nutrients as we can into you during the day.” I moved to the edge of sofa and helped her up before standing myself, grabbing her hand and taking her to the kitchen.
“Speaking of being sick, can you take me to my doctor for a noon appointment?”
“Sure. Is this about the baby?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I’ve decided to use my private health fund. I pay for it, so I’m using it instead of going public.”
I brought her hand up and kissed her knuckles. “Sounds good. I can pay any excess.”
She shrugged and turned her back on me. “We’ll see.”
Oh, we would. I would help Hannah. She would learn very quickly that this was my baby too, and she wasn’t alone. She would never be alone again.