Page 86 of Star Crossed
“She’s already got an appointment in Mercy.” Wyatt took a deep breath, searching for sanity. “She’s not a drinker or a smoker. The only medicine she takes is a multivitamin. Let her calm down for a few days; then I’ll tell her personally.”
“I dunno—”
“I just don’t want anything bad to happen.” Wyatt took another deep breath, making him feel like he was hyperventilating rather than relaxing himself. “I know my sister, okay? If shock or heartbreak or something makes her lose this baby, it’ll kill her, and my mama had four miscarriages before she got pregnant with us, so don’t tell me it can’t happen. Let Jules get her shit together and calm down. Gimme a few days to prepare her.”
“Well, what the heck am I supposed to tell her when she calls back?” the doctor asked in defeat.
“Tell her the truth, that her hormones are out of whack. Tell her to call the lady doctor and—”
“Ob-gyn.”
“Whatever,” Wyatt said impatiently. “Tell her to try and move up her appointment. Give her a damn note. Call ’em personally if you have to. Just give me a few days to break it to her lightly.”
“Fine.” Dr Philips sighed, sounding largely unconvinced. “But I wouldn’t wait longer than a few days.”
“I won’t,” he said solemnly. “I promise.”
“And make sure she’s eating well. No taking any medicines for headaches or allergies.”
“I will.”
“And no drinking.”
“She hasn’t had a glass since we went to Vegas with Clay.” Wyatt pulled a face at the reminder of the championship fight in Las Vegas. “I got to go, Doc. I got things to take care of.”
Dr. Philips was reluctant to hang up. He kept spouting off instructions, but Wyatt was officially at his limit. Reality and anger collided inside him, making him fully comprehend that his sister was going to have a baby—alone.
And it was Romeo Wellings’s fault.
