“This usually resolves itself, and the baby’s heartbeat is still strong. You’ll need to see your regular doctor within a week to check on it, but until then, stay off your feet and no hanky-panky.”
“So, that’s it then?” Patton asked, looking as relieved as I felt.
“That is it.” He pulled the curtain back. “She can get dressed, and as soon as the nurse brings you the discharge papers, you are free to go.”
I looked at Patton with a dazed stare, feeling overwhelmed at how quickly everything had happened. “So, the baby’s okay?”
“It sounds like it. But you’re not going back to work until our doctor says you can. Until our appointment next week, you’ll be my patient at home.” He looked down at his phone and started texting—I assumed to ask his assistant if she was close by with the clean clothes.
“You don’t have to stay at home with me, Patton. I’m sure I’ll be fine while you work.” I sat up, putting my legs over the side of the bed.
“Iwillstay at home with you. I’mnotleaving you alone.”