Page 135 of The Work Wife

“I’m in Newport News. I just got a rental, I’m heading out now.”

“Do you know where the hospital is?”

“The hospital? What’s going on? Are you okay?” He’d promised Jamie he would be okay. Wes had promised her he would stay married to her. Everyone was dropping the ball.

“Jamie was in an accident this morning.”

“Accident?” This was not what he was expecting to hear. It took a few seconds for Wes to change gears. “How bad? Is she okay?”

“I’m not sure yet. I’m on my way now. I’ll meet you there and we’ll find out together.”

“I’m on my way.”

He programmed his phone to tell him where to go and followed the instructions and the blue signs until he arrived at the hospital where his wife had been taken after an accident.

When he parked, Chris was getting out of his vehicle two aisles over.

“What happened?” Wes asked, knowing they’d just spoken.

“The officer said she was walking across the street and she was hit by a car.”

“Oh, God. Hurry.” Wes wanted to pick the man up and carry him.

After a short visit at the nurse’s station, where Wes lied and said he was Jamie’s husband, they were sent to a room to wait for the doctor. All they knew so far was that Jamie was in surgery and should be out soon.

“Surgery,” Wes groaned as he sat next to Jamie’s father. “This is all my fault.”

Mr. Witmer sniffed as if in agreement.

“Isn’t there someone on the force you can contact to get more details about the accident?” Wes asked hopefully.

“That’s not a bad idea.” The man pulled out his phone to text the slowest message ever.

Before they got an answer, the doctor came out with a smile on her very young face.

“Are you Jamie Archer’s family?”

“Yes, I’m her husband, and this is her father.” Wes practically shot out of his chair.

“Everything went well. She’s being moved to recovery now. Give us about an hour and we’ll have her moved to a regular room and you’ll be able to see her.”

“What happened?”

“Her left leg is broken in four places. We had to place pins at two of the breaks and a plate near her hip. The others were clean and will heal on their own. She’s got some abrasions and contusions, but she and the baby will be just fine.”

Wes stared at the woman for a moment. The word baby echoing though his head.

“Baby?” Chris said the word and it echoed again.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You didn’t know?” The doctor frowned and looked at Wes. “You didn’t know either?”

Wes might have shook his head. He wasn’t sure. The doctor pressed her lips together and patted his arm.

“Don’t worry. We’re monitoring the baby closely. She’s only about six or seven weeks. The baby’s heartbeat is strong and steady. I don’t see any cause for alarm.”

“They’re going to be okay?” Wes needed to verify this part.

“Yes, they are. Sit tight and we’ll bring you in as soon as we can.”