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“No.” She shook her head. “But I’m pretty sure it started on our floor.”
“Thank God, you’re okay. I tried to call you, but it kept going to voicemail.”
“My phone is dead. I thought I charged it last night. I guess not.”
“Why were you sleeping in the middle of the afternoon?” I asked.
“I haven’t been feeling well this past week.”
“Miss Aster, I’m Dr. Beninati. How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay. Can you please take this oxygen out of my nose? I don’t need it.”
He reached over and pulled the oxygen tube from her. “It says here that you haven’t been feeling well the past week, and that’s why you were napping when the fire happened.”
“Correct. I think I have the flu or something. I’ve been nauseous and exhausted.”
“Possibly. A lot of illnesses have been going around. I’m going to order some bloodwork just to be safe. You can get out of here as soon as the results return. Deal?”
“Deal,” she said.
“Where are Matt and James?” I asked her.
“They’re in Texas visiting James’s family. I haven’t had a chance to call them yet. Everything happened so fast. Oh my God, Damien. What am I going to do?”
“Don’t worry about that right now.” I squeezed her hand. “Give me Matt’s number and I’ll call him and James.”
After she gave me the number, I stepped into the hall and made the phone call. I told them not to rush back because I was certain they wouldn’t be allowed access to their apartment for a while.
“Did you talk to Matt?” Willa asked as I stepped into the room.
“I did. He’s freaking out.”
“Join the club.” She turned her head and looked out the window.
“Willa, your test results are back,” Dr. Beninati walked into the room.
“And who is this?” He pointed at me.
“Damien is my husband.”
“Oh.” His brows furrowed. “I swore your patient form said you were single.”
“It’s complicated,” she said.
“Well, congratulations, you two. You’re having a baby.”
“What?” Willa quickly sat up.
“Excuse me?” The panic in my voice was evident.
“You’re pregnant, Willa. I want to do an ultrasound to make sure the baby is okay.”
“Wait a second.” I raised my hands. “There’s no way she’s pregnant.”
“The blood tests don’t lie, Mr. Aster.”
“It’s Blackwood,” I scowled.