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“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s fine.”
“Tell me, Addison.”
“I think I miscarried.” Despite my best effort not to, I broke down on the last syllable.
She paused, probably surprised by the unexpected news. “I assume Leo knows about the baby. Is he home yet?”
“Yes, he knows. And no, he’s not here. He said he’d be home tomorrow night at the earliest.”
“I’m on my way over. Text me your address.”
“No, no. This is your wedding weekend.”
“It is, and it was wonderful, but I’m your best friend who is also an OB. Let me help.”
I sniffled. “Okay. Thank you.”
Brooke arrived with a medical bag in hand. She and Lucas were both doctors who made house calls, so they kept their supplies readily available. She immediately hugged me close and only released me once my sobs had subsided.
“How far along are you?”
I appreciated the way she didn’t use the past tense. At least not yet. “Close to five weeks. We just found out last week, and I had it confirmed on Monday.”
After I walked her through the events of the morning, she sighed. “How about I call a local hospital and see if I can get you in to do a sonogram? Not knowing until tomorrow will be hell.”
“But you’re heading back to LA today.”
“I have nowhere to be tomorrow, and neither does Lucas, so I have nothing but time.”
Two hours later, Brooke and I walked back into the house with the grim confirmation via ultrasound that I had in fact lost the baby. Thank God Brooke, a doctor, had been able to pave the way for all the necessary tests.
I picked up my cell phone from the counter where I’d left it so Leo didn’t freak out at seeing I was at a hospital on a Sunday morning. Breathing a sigh of relief when I saw he hadn’t tried to contact me, I put it back down. If he had and wondered why I hadn’t answered, I was prepared to say I’d forgotten to take the phone with me while going out to breakfast with Brooke. Yes, I would have lied because this wasn’t the type of conversation to have over the phone. Besides, I didn’t want to add worry to his already stressful trip.
“What can I do for you?” Brooke asked as we walked into the kitchen. “You hungry, thirsty?”
“No. I think I’ll get some sleep. You have done so much, and I appreciate you being here, but you should get back to your husband.”
She walked closer and grabbed my hand. “I’m exactly where I need to be.”
“Brooke—”
“I’m not taking no for an answer. So how about you get a nap, and I’ll get Lucas to drop by with the makings of chicken nachos. After you wake up, I’ll make lunch.”
It had always been our meal of choice. “It sounds good, but only if Lucas stays too. You guys shouldn’t be apart, and I like him.” I’d been fond of him from the moment I met him and was comfortable having both of them be with me now.
“You’ve got it. He can be my sous chef.”
It wasn’t until I was alone in my room that I let the tears fall again. Losing the baby was bad enough, but it wasn’t all I was going to lose. My pregnancy had been the basis for my marriage. Thinking about it made me cry even harder.
I tried not to think this was my bad luck striking again, and in the most devastating of ways, but my old insecurity reared its ugly head.
ChapterForty-Four
LEO
I’d gotten no sleep over the last thirty-eight hours. Not even on the plane. Chance Maxwell made our trip back to Vegas in his private jet a working session regarding the next steps needed to shore up the security in his Barcelona location. We also finalized the plans for his Frankfurt nightclub. At least he’d been gracious enough to offer me a ride in his private jet. I had to say that commodity, despite my sleep deprivation, didn’t suck.
