Brandon's tone turned serious. "Jen, you're pregnant. Nothing is more important than that. Send me your location on WhatsApp, and I'll come get you."
"No! Brandon, I can get to the hospital on my own, really. Don't forget, today's Sylvia's ovulation day. You need to stay with her and make sure you two have a baby!"
Brandon chuckled. "Silly girl, one more time with her isn't going to magically get her pregnant. You're what matters right now. Send me your location."
He hung up the phone and gave me an exasperated look. "Did you hear that? Jen's so concerned about you, and all you can do is act paranoid. I'm taking her to the hospital. I'll grab some ice packs for you on the way back."
He snatched his car keys, ready to head out.
"Brandon, wait," I called out.
He spun around, clearly at the end of his patience. "Sylvia, can you stop? This is about two lives--hers and the baby's! Don't turn this into some jealous tantrum."
I didn't bother trying to defend myself. Instead, I walked over to the coat closet, grabbed the jacket he'd worn a few days ago, and pulled out a card. "Jenna's insurance card. You'll need it."