Holding his hands out in front of him, Parker shook his head rapidly at the glare coming from my brother. “No, it’s the pregnancy that’s doing it.”
It felt like hell had frozen over, and now I was floating above my body in another realm. In fact, I was so far away from my body that the sound of an angry, “What the fuck?” didn’t even register.
However, what did register was the noise made by flesh hitting flesh as Craig launched himself at the man who’d disappeared without a word two months ago.
“You knocked my sister up?” he roared, resorting to pushing Elijah when he blocked his punches.
Shaking myself out of it, I grabbed Parker’s hand and got his attention. “I’m not pregnant. I can’t be pregnant. I’d know, wouldn’t I? Women feel these things, and I don’t feel anything.”
A crash from the corner stopped him replying because he had to move to break the two men up as MeeMee stood watching it all with amusement.
“Cut it out, shitheads. See those two nurses out there?” Parker pointed through the small window in the door at something. “She has a phone in her hand to call security. Now, you either stop it and support Sadie, or you fuck off.”
“Amen, brotha,” MeeMee snickered, holding her fist in the air.
Her words worked better than Parker’s because both men stopped and looked at her in amusement and shock. It was enough to remind Elijah about the news that’d just been dropped in my lap, like Dobby with a furball.
Pushing Craig away from him, he stalked over to the side of the bed that Parker had been standing at. Leaning over me, he pushed the hair out of my face and scanned over me intently, stopping on my belly.
Fuck, I had something in my stomach. A little thing that was going to grow, kick, then come out screaming and shitting everywhere. What if it was like the movie Alien, and it just burst out?
For the moment, I couldn’t even think about what’d happened with Elijah and how he’d been missing. I needed answers about what was going on with me.
“Parker,” I called, but it stung my throat, so I looked at MeeMee, who immediately reached for the glass of water and handed it to me. After a few mouthfuls, she took it away and gave me a look that said not to argue.
This time when I spoke to him, my chin had started to tremble, and I was this close to bawling my heart out. “I don’t understand. Isn’t throwing up like this bad for it? Why did it happen? How pregnant is pregnant? What if it’s not okay?”
Leaning on the end of the bed, he looked sympathetically at me. I appreciated him hugely at that moment because he was meant to be an ER doctor, and here he was, taking the time to help me out.
“Because of the issues you’ve got just now outside of here, I requested—and was granted—your case. If I’m not here and you need treatment, Chris will take over for me, so you’re in good, safe hands. Now, your pregnancy—and you are pregnant, Sadie,” he added, leaning over slightly. “I’ve got someone coming in to do a scan to get exact measurements, so we know how pregnant you are. Without getting too technical, we got an hCG reading in your blood test that confirmed pregnancy. If we wanted to find out a guesstimate of how far along you were, we’d do another one called a ‘quantitative’ test. The scan gives us a better look at the baby and how it’s growing, though.”
That made sense, I guess. At least to someone who didn’t have a clue about pregnancy tests.
“As for the how—”
“La, la, la, la, la,” Craig sang, bumping the door open with his arse and disappearing into the hallway.
Smirking, MeeMee sighed and followed behind him. “I’ll bring you up a coffee, Elijah. And you, Sadie, I’ll get a decaf—”
“Don’t you dare,” I snapped. “You’ll get me a coffee, too.”
“You’re not allowed to drink coffee, sweetheart,” she explained patiently. “It’s banned.”
“Ah, technically, it’s not banned per se. You can drink it in moderation, so a maximum of two cups of medium strength coffee a day. But I’d recommend you not drinking it right now, given that you have nothing in your stomach and you’re battling nausea,” Parker advised.
Preferring his response, even if it meant not being able to drink it right now, I pointed at him. “He’s the one with the medical degree, so what he says goes. However, I’d be happy with something cool, please.”
Shaking her head, she exited out the door, mumbling about times changing and kids these days.
Dropping my head back onto the pillow and inspecting the ceiling, I braced for what else I was about to be told.
“Anyway,” Parker cleared his throat. “As for how you got pregnant—what were you using for birth control?”