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The first thing I did was try to stand up. The doctor was still in the room, obviously waiting for an answer no one was willing to give up. Sloane was the one that nodded our thanks and the blond-haired doctor turned to leave when he saw me try to stand.
"Ms. Bristow, I wouldn't recommend that. Standing right now would cause you to lose strength, strength that your baby needs. It's very weak, and needs rest," he explained cautiously, as if somebody would hit him for his advice.
"But I need to see him," I said as patiently as I could. I didn't want to have to wait days for an explanation from him. I couldn't tell the doctor that though. We weren't in a CIA hospital.
The doctor gave a weak smile. "There will be time for that later. Truth be told, you might be out of here long before he is." He left without another word.
"Dad, I need to see him!" I felt like a teenager begging my dad to let me meet a secret boyfriend. That was how bad I was begging. I never begged anybody for anything, and I definitely didn't feel good about doing it in the presence of my co-workers, and Sloane.
"Sydney, the doctor's right. The baby is our first priority right now. Just lie down and don't think about him right now," Jack said animatedly. He sounded like he had rehearsed this.
I lied back down hesitantly, wishing he hadn't started that conversation. Maybe then we would still be happy, the baby would be fine, and we wouldn't be in any danger of losing our lives.
At least for that moment.
"I can go talk to him for a while. Pass messages between you two," Nadia offered.
"That's a great idea! I'll help you too. That way I'll be able to keep an eye on you guys," Weiss joked.
Everyone except Dad and Sloane laughed. "Thanks, but that's not necessary. What I have to discuss with Michael I need to privately." I blushed, just knowing what was going through Dad's mind at that moment.
"You guys don't need to hang around just because of me. I'm sure there's a crisis going on somewhere in the world, right?" I glared daggers at Sloane.
He looked taken aback, but nodded. "Sydney's right. We can visit later. There is something I want to discuss with you. I hope you don't mind," he added, looking at me as if he had been the one to suggest they leave.
I didn't answer, but he took that as a yes. They all patted my bed as a way to say 'You'll get through this,' and left, except for Dad.
"Nothing could keep me away from you right now, not even a World War Three." He sat back down in his chair to start another talk.
"When I heard that you were pregnant…and that you and the baby could be dead…it was hard. I remember what I went through the first time when I was told you were dead…and it was like…nothing even mattered…" He broke down, at a loss for words.
I had never seen him act like this ever. I was stunned and speechless. But I knew he had more to say so I didn't speak out anyway.
"Irina…your mother…she broke into hysterical sobs when I have her the news. I did try to get her here, but you know them. Have to keep people locked up, even if they have truly paid off their debts to the country. She'll be happy to know you're okay," Jack said and gave me one of the first sincere smiles he's given me.
"She doesn't know about the baby?" I wondered.
Jack shook his head. "Not yet. I'm sure she'll hear it from Nadia. It's hard to keep them separated for long anymore." Jack laughed.
I laughed too even though it hurt. "She's going to be very excited. She's going to be giving you all the advice you could ever want on names, and what to put in the nursery. She's going to recommend what clothes to buy, the whole bit. She was like that when she was pregnant with you," Jack explained, a distant look on his face, remembering the past.
"I wish she could be the first to see the baby. Can you possibly arrange that? What's she going to do at a birth anyway? What are they afraid she's going to do?" I asked bitterly.
Jack shrugged. "Numerous possibilities come to their mind, all of which are absurd."
I rolled my eyes at that. Dad and I talked for the better part of two hours, mostly about things that weren't really important. I was glad of this new, sudden change in Jack. I was curious as to what caused this abrupt change. I had a feeling it was because of the baby. He didn't want to become a jackass to his grandchild.
He left at around seven that night, after we ate the horrible hospital food. He promised to come back at ten the next morning when visiting hours started.
"Okay. Thanks Dad," I said, smiling.
He left, and I leaned back in my bed, thinking. I couldn't believe that they wouldn't even let Irina come to see me. It was almost inhuman. I tried not to think about it though. Thinking about all the things going on in my life was bringing stress to me, and I didn't want to risk losing the baby.
It was then that the phone beside me rang. I picked it up, thinking it was a wrong number.
How horribly mistaken I was.
"Ms Bristow. Do not react. I know who your soon-to-be-husband really is. Make sure you are alone tomorrow evening at five. I will be there to explain it all."
