After the detailed discussion with Dr. Stella, Davis carefully noted down every instruction in his phone with firm determination. He wasn't going to leave anything to chance—not with Jessica's health and the baby at stake.
As they left the consultation room, Jessica slid her phone back into her pants pocket after checking it. "Bella might be on her way here since I told her I'm at the Ob-gyn," she said, a small smile tugging her lips.
"But you need to sit down for a while," Davis said, his tone serious, his lips forming a light smirk. "You're not supposed to be standing too long."
Jessica sighed but obeyed, settling on the cozy hospital lounge couch. A fresh bottle of water sat in her hand. Davis, sitting close by in his wheelchair, looked her over again and again, like he still needed proof that she was fine.
