My mind flashed to the moment just before the message arrived. Those faint, muffled sobs from Rebecca Simmons outside the door.
My heart clenched.
Rebecca must have pressed him. She wasn't willing to wait.
So Darrell moved the timeline up. For her.
This hospital belonged to Darrell's company. Every department, every nurse, every orderly answered to him. If I went into that operating room now, my baby and I were as good as dead.
I grabbed Darrell's wrist before he could wheel me toward the door.
When my eyes met his, the tears came on their own, spilling down my cheeks.
"Darrell."
I locked my other hand around the door handle and held on with everything I had.
"Every checkup has been perfect. You saw the scans yourself. Everything was fine. How could something go wrong all of a sudden?"
"Besides, the baby is inside my body. If something were wrong, I'd be the first to feel it. And right now, I feel fine."
I took Darrell's hand and gently placed it against my lower belly.
"Darrell, feel that. Our baby is perfectly fine in there."
The skin beneath his palm suddenly pushed outward in a tiny kick.
Something unreadable flickered in the depths of his eyes.