Page 47 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“Don’t bring me food first thing in the morning and expect me to wait to eat it while we talk, Michel.”

He rolled his eyes upward. “I met up with her, and then she headed back to work. I don’t need to be at the hospital until this afternoon, so I figured I would stop in. Bring your ass some grub.”

Catherine didn’t miss how her brother avoided her initial question. “What did Gabbie have to do on this side of the city?”

Michel’s wife was usually busy enough working at the Manhattan law firm day and night. Especially lately with the new case that involved a huge team of people putting together a defense. Or, that’s what her sister-in-law explained the last time Catherine sat down to talk to Gabbie.

“An appointment,” Michel said.

“For?”

“A doctor.”

Catherine eyed her brother. “Are you purposely being difficult or what?”

Michel let out a hard laugh. “No, just … careful.”

“Why?”

“God, you are not going to let this go, are you?”

“Not on your life,” Catherine mumbled around a bite of bagel.

“She got in to a new OB-GYN that comes highly recommended considering her situation. She didn’t mind the travel for the reassurance, I guess.”

“Again, I don’t understand—”

“Gabbie is a type two diabetic. You know this. That would make her high-risk for certain cases where an OB-GYN would be required. You’re a smart girl, Catty, you can figure this out.”

For a second, Catherine’s mind blanked.

Then, a realization formed all at once.

She choked on the bite of bagel she tried to swallow from the shock of what she now understood. Michel, not even thinking about it, reached over and smacked her back hard. The bite slid painfully down her throat.

Catherine took a deep breath. “Oh, my God. Really?”

Michel stayed quiet.

She looked at her brother. “Really?”

He shrugged.

“Michel.”

Her brother cracked a smile.

Catherine got on her knees on the couch, grabbed her brother’s face, and made him look at her. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Two things,” he said, raising his fingers for her to see.

“What?”

“It’s very early. She’s only five weeks pregnant today.”

Catherine nodded. “Okay. Wait, wasn’t she drinking wine at supper a while back?”

Michel made a face. “Don’t mention that to her, okay? She’s already freaked out about a single glass of wine, Catty. She doesn’t need someone else reminding her that she had a drink before she even knew.”