Page 41 of Doctor Mile High
I blink away the daydream, knowing the reality of those events happening is slim to none. “I’m so sorry. I zoned out there for a second. What were you saying?”
“I’m Dr. Wells. I’m the one who performed your laparotomy. You had a postpartum hemorrhage. Do you remember giving birth on the airplane?”
“I do. That’s kind of hard to forget,” I grumble, wincing as I readjust my position to get more comfortable.
“What’s wrong?” Winston is by my side, his green eyes wide with worry.
“Nothing. Just trying to sit up a little. That’s all. Can you take him?” I ask, lifting our son to Winston.
“I’ll do better than that.” Winston is so soft and gentle holding him, then placing him in the bassinet. “Come on, let me help you.” He wraps his arms around me while I wrap mine around his neck, and he pulls me up.
I sigh in relief.
“Better?” Winston asks, twisting a piece of my hair around his finger.
“Much. Thank you.”
He hands me a small water cup with a straw and I greedily take a few gulps.
“I’m glad to see you’re feeling the way you’re supposed to.” Doctor Wells chuckles a little.
“Like I got hit by a car?” I joke, but there is truth to it.
“Exactly.” He writes something down on the chart, the pen scribbling across the paper at lightning speed. “You’re going to experience discomfort. I recommend taking it easy for a few weeks. I know you won’t be able to come back and see me, but if you could provide me with your doctor’s information, I’ll be sure to send your medical records to them immediately. You need to set up a follow-up appointment, okay? No sexual activity for four to six weeks, you two. I know you’ll feel like you can if you’re feeling better, but get cleared by your doctor first before messing around. I’m assuming you have a support system, Miss Blair?” he asks, putting me in an awkward position.
If I say yes, will Winston believe I’m putting him in a difficult position? I have my parents, brother, and Hanson. If Winston decided to not be in his son’s life, his son will still have a wonderful family.
“Yes, she will,” Winston says, the bed dipping again when he sits down next to me and takes my hand. “She’ll be with me.”
“Fantastic. Even better to have one of the best surgeons in the country to look after you. Your vitals look great. I want to keep you and your son here overnight, okay? Just to be safe. Other than that, you should be good to go by tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Dr. Wells,” I say to him. “For saving my life and my son’s.”
“That man right there kept you alive.” He points the pen at Winston. “I was only able to keep you breathing because he did.”
I grip Winston’s hand harder, staring at him with what has to be relief and admiration. No one else could have saved me or birthed a baby on that plane. I was lucky he was on the same plane as me.
Speaking of, why was he on the same plane?
“One last question.” Doctor Wells smiles. “What’s the name for your little guy?”
Winston begins to laugh. “I can’t believe we don’t have a name yet. How did it not cross our minds?”
“You’ve had other things to worry about. Any ideas for the birth certificate?”
“What about Winston?” I suggest. “When I couldn’t find you, I thought that he should have a part of his father, if you two never met, so I’m used to the idea of him being named Winston. If that’s okay,” I ramble.
“Really?” The small and simple word gets caught in his throat. “Excuse me.” He turns away. “Apologies, Dove. My name is a family name. When my parents adopted me, they gave me my adoptive father’s name and it has meant the world to me. Thank you so much.”
I stare at his profile, enjoying the view of the sharp edge of his jaw, but it’s the emotion leaving his eyes and wetting his cheeks that lets me know I made the right choice.
“Winston Warrick the III?” Dr. Wells asks.
Warrick? Where do I know that name from?
“Perfect,” I whisper, wanting to hold Winston Jr. again.
I don’t think there will ever be a day when I’m not holding him.
