Page 20 of Love is a Drum Beat
“Do I look like someone who has heard long medical terms?” She raised an eyebrow.
Dr. Lawrence shook her head with a small laugh. She’d been Jo’s doctor since she first found out she was pregnant. “Have you had any extra swelling?”
Jo gave her a deadpan stare. “I’m pregnant. Of course I have. Every part of me has ballooned.”
“Well, we tested your urine sample.” She cast a glance at Dax.
“Oh, don’t mind him.” Jo shrugged. “He already doesn’t like me, so talk about my pee all you want.”
A strange look she couldn’t decipher passed over Dax’s face, but he remained quiet.
Dr. Lawrence glanced between the two. “We found proteins in your urine. And your blood pressure is quite high.”
“I’m an overachiever.”
“You’re at thirty weeks, Jo. You need to take this more seriously.”
Jo sighed. “I am, doc. I promise I am.”
“You will most likely continue to have some pain. You can take some baby aspirin, and I’m giving you a prescription for a blood pressure medication, but those will only do so much. What you need now is rest.”
“That’s all I do, doc. I’m sort of lazy.”
Dax snorted at that, and Jo flashed him a smile.
Doctor Lawrence gave her a stern look. “I’m talking bedrest, Jo. Do you have someone you can stay with who will take care of you?”
Jo thought of Noah, but he wasn’t here. “Not really.”
“Yes, she does.”
Both Jo and Doctor Lawrence shifted their eyes to Dax.
He straightened and stared them both down. “She can stay with me.” It was the most confident Jo had ever seen him, but there was no way she was going to stay at his house for the next two months.
He was now in possession of one of her biggest secrets—the fact that Blake demanded an NDA—but if she lived with him, if she saw Dax every day, what else might he learn about her?
“Dax,” Dr. Lawrence started. “Think about this.”
Jo’s eyes widened. “Wait a minute, you called him Dax.” She pointed to him. “You know who he is?”
She smiled and reached up to pat Dax’s cheek. “Of course. I gave birth to the boy, after all.”
“This can’t be happening.” Jo closed her eyes. Her doctor was Dax’s mom. And Dax… he didn’t like her, didn’t say much around her, yet he offered to take care of her when she couldn’t take care of herself. The man made no sense at all.
Dr. Lawrence walked to the side of the bed. “You’re okay to be discharged. Dax, hand me the chart on the table.”
Dax did as she asked, and she scanned over the information.
Jo didn’t like the worried frown on her face or the way she stopped talking. “Am I…” She took a breath. “Am I going to be okay? Is my baby going to survive?”
“Yes, Jo. You both will be fine as long as we monitor you closely. It will have to be here at the hospital though. My portable ultrasound machine won’t be enough now. No more house calls.”
Jo groaned. “Great.”
“Now, I know you haven’t wanted to know the sex of the baby yet, but has that changed?”
Jo’s eyes widened. “Is it in the chart? Right there?”
