“Here you go.” She hands me a picture.
“Can I get one more?” I ask.
“Of course.” She prints another. “Get dressed, then we’ll go over all the dos and don’ts.”
She and Sue start to leave, but I call Sue back as I sit up.
“You need to share this with Grandpa.” I hand her one of the ultrasound pictures.
“Thank you!” she cries, giving me a hug. “I can’t wait to.”
I tuck the goody bag the doctor gave me in my purse and meet Keith at the door. He sees my red eyes and gently reaches for my arm.
“I’m not sure if I want to know the answer to this question, but I promised Cole I’d watch over you like a hawk, so I need to know. Are you okay?”
“I am, actually.” I grin. “I really am.” My stupid eyes water again.
“So why are you crying?”
My heart plays tug of war with feeling unbelievably excited, but terrified for Cole. “I miss Cole,” I admit. “I just wish I could speak with him myself, hear his voice—” I sigh, feeling sappy. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He gives me his famous Keith side hug. “When I spoke with him last night, I could tell you were on his mind.” He leads me to the truck.
“Eggs or waffles?” Abigail asks, handing me a cup of coffee.
I look down at the cup and remember I shouldn’t drink it.Oh, shit, I have to break up with coffee too!I look down at my beloved drink and make a promise I’ll return as soon as I can. Oh, this is going to be hard to hide.
“Just toast will be fine.”
Abigail whirls around with a concerned look. “Savannah, what’s wrong?”
Shit.“Nothing, I’m just not that hungry.” And the idea of eating eggs or waffles makes me want to puke.
“What are you not telling me?”
Oh, Lord, I feel awful not letting her know there’s a little fritter on the way.
“Savi?”
“I think I still have that flu.”
Her eyes soften at my lie as she heads toward the toaster.
“Savi,” Keith calls from the hallway, “can you come here, please?”
I follow him to Cole’s office, and he points to the landline, smiling as he shuts the door behind him.
I sit in the massive, leather chair and pick up the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Hey, baby.” His voice rasps over the phone, setting off about a million butterflies in my stomach all at once.
“Hi,” I choke out, trying to keep my tears at bay. “Are you all right?”
“God, I miss your voice.”
“I miss you too, Cole. When are you coming home?” I know I sound desperately needy, but dammit, I am.