Series Starter Firsts in Series Collection - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,19

I get to hear a few times a day. I’ve come to crave the sound.

“Good morning,” Lisa, the day nurse, greets me.

“Morning,” I mumble, sitting up in my chair. “I’m going to get some coffee,” I tell her then leave the room. I feel like I need to give them privacy to change her.

I decide to head to the cafeteria to grab a bagel and the largest coffee they offer. I can’t do any more vending machine coffee; surely this has to be better. I sit at a small table in the corner and scroll through my phone. I have text messages from the guys, Reagan, and my parents.’ They’ve all been great, stopping by to see me, keeping me company, and bringing me food and clothes. I have yet to run home to shower, using the one in Melissa’s room instead.

When I get back to her room, both Dr. Ellis and Dr. Robbins are there. This is the first time I’ve seen the two of them together since that first night.

“Something wrong?” My heart drops when I see the intense expression on both their faces.

“Ridge, the baby’s vitals have been dropping slowly overnight. I think it’s best if we deliver today,” Dr. Ellis says.

“Today?” I repeat.

“Yes.”

“Is he okay? It’s too early.”

“He’s good, but I don’t want to wait until there’s a chance that he won’t be. Melissa has had the steroids, and I have full faith that he’ll have no complications. Babies are born at thirty-seven-and-a-half weeks every day. I do feel like this is the best decision.”

“What do you think?” I ask Dr. Robbins.

“I agree with Dr. Ellis. This is what is best for the baby.”

“What about Melissa?”

“Her vitals are strong, and I’m confident that the cesarean will be a smooth process.”

“So, when?” I ask.

“Now. Like I said, I don’t want to let his vitals get down to the risk stage. The sooner we deliver, the less strain it will be on both of them,” Dr. Ellis explains.

“W-What do I do?”

“The nurses will help you scrub in. Get ready to meet your son.”

“I know she says that he’s mine and I’m not disputing, but I haven’t seen her in over eight months. Can we do a test? You know, just to make sure. I feel like he is, but you know, I just . . . yeah, can we do that?” I ramble. It feels like I’m betraying her by even asking, but it’s something I need to do for my own peace of mind.

“Of course. It takes anywhere from two to five days to get the results, but I’ll put a rush on them,” Dr. Ellis says.

“Thank you.”

“We’re going to take her to the OR. Contact your family and then have Lisa escort you and help you get scrubbed in.”

I nod and watch as they wheel her out of the room. I guess I better do what he says; I don’t want both of us to miss his birth.

I decide on a group message.

Me: Baby’s vitals are dropping. Delivering today. Now. Will text when I know more.

Mom: On our way.

Dad: What she said. Be strong, son.

Mark: We got you.

Seth: Good luck, Daddy.

Kent: Closing up shop early.

Tyler: You got this.

Reagan: I love you, big brother.

Their words ground me. I have to stay strong for my son. Yes, my son. I feel it deep in my soul that he’s mine, and right now, he needs me. It’s time to get my shit together and be what he needs.

A father.

I power my phone off and slip it into my pocket just as Lisa opens the door. “You ready?”

“As ready as I can be.”

She smiles. “Follow me.”

I do as I’m told, and after an elevator ride and several hallways, we make our way through a set of double doors marked Operating Room. We stop at a large, very sterile room with sinks.

“You need to put scrubs on over your clothes and booties over your shoes. After that, we’ll scrub your hands and put gloves on you, as well as a facemask. You need to be just as sterile in the surgical environment as the medical staff,” she explains.

After getting myself set up, Lisa opens the door to what I now know is the actual operating room. “There is a chair by Melissa. Hold her hand and talk to her. Some say that even though they’re not awake, they can hear you. Some patients say they remember.”

“Do you believe it?”

Lisa shrugs. “I’ve been a nurse for twenty years, and I’ve seen a