Page 53 of Doctor Mile High
He grins against my lips. “I know. But we don’t have to talk about this right now. That’s not for awhile. Let’s just enjoy the present.” He places me on the bed, fluffing the pillows behind me so I remain in a reclined position.
Per doctor’s orders.
“Does that feel okay?” he asks. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.” I nestle into the pillow and yawn. “So comfortable. Thank you.”
“I’ll order us some food. Put on anything you want on TV. Don’t even worry about baby Winston. I got him. I only want you to focus on resting.”
“I think I’ll video call my parents and Hanson. It’s been too long since I’ve talked to them. They’re probably worried sick.”
“Good idea. I’ll call mine too.” He crawls into the other side of the bed, the bassinette directly in the middle of us.
I’ve never felt more at home.
I snag my phone from the countertop and turn it on, dreading how many messages I have waiting for me. After the screen loads, ding after ding chimes. My text messages load so fast, I can’t tell who’s messaging me. My voicemails pop up and a twinge of guilt eats away at me.
I should have called my family sooner. Even my brother, Ethan, who isn’t the biggest texter, is also messaging me.
Before opening any of the messages, I press my mom’s name then tap the video button, knowing I’m going to get a mouthful from her. It only rings once before her face and Dad’s fill the screen.
“Oh my god, Dove! Where have you been? Are you okay? I’ve been worrying myself sick ever since I saw the news of your plane emergency landing due to one of the passengers going into labor. Please, tell me it wasn’t you. Please.” Mom begins to sob, dabbing a tissue under her eyes that look like she’s been crying for a while now.”
Dad’s eyebrows are pinched together and instead of being sad, he’s furious. “Why don’t you tell us why you haven’t called us to let you know you’re okay. Do you have any idea what this has done to your mother? To me? To your brother? We thought you were dead, Dove.”
My own tears begin to fall, knowing I should have called earlier.
“Are you okay?” my dad asks.
Instead of calling his own parents, Winston sits down beside me so my parents can see him too. Immediately, I feel stronger with him by my side.
“I’m so sorry. It was me on the plane. I went into labor,” I tell them.
“Oh god, Dove. What happened?” Mom asks.
“Luckily, there was a doctor on the plane. Remember the man from Costa Rica? The father of your grandson?” I sneak in the fact that I’ve had the baby, hoping they catch on. “You won’t believe it. He was the doctor.”
Winston takes the opportunity to pan the phone to baby Winston who is currently asleep.
“Oh my god! That’s amazing, Dove. The universe always has a way of bringing people together. You had him! It’s a boy! Oh, it’s a boy! He is beautiful.” Mom sobs, gripping onto my dad’s arm.
Dad smiles, wrapping my mom in a tight embrace as they stare at their grandson. “What’s his name?”
“Winston,” I say, looking up at the man who not only birthed his son, but saved me. “Same as his father who saved my life on that plane.”
Their smiles fade. “What you mean? What happened?”
Winston tilts his head so he’s in the screen more. “She had a postpartum hemorrhage?—”
“Oh my god.” My mom holds a hand over her mouth.
“I wasn’t able to stop it in the plane. Luckily, we were already close to landing, but she was bleeding out. I was able to slow it down and she did need surgery, but she’s okay now. The reasonshe didn’t call is because she couldn’t. She was sleeping most of the day yesterday and today, that’s my fault. I wanted her to focus on her recovery while we figured out how to take care of our son while being very unprepared.” He chuckles. “He’s healthy too. Even though he was a month early.”
“I’m so happy you were there,” Mom says tearfully. “She would have probably died if it hadn’t been for you.”
I lean against Winston’s shoulder and he wraps an arm around me, bringing me in tight against his body. “I’ll always do my best to save the woman who changed my life for the better, Mr. and Mrs. Blair.”
“Oh, please. Call me Diane. This is Dave.” She points with her thumb to Dad.
