I yawned, shuffling slowly into the theater. I needed a nap. Ryan's worried face greeted me. I smiled at him reassuringly as he grabbed my bag and helped me to sit down. "You look," I cut him off. "If you finish that sentence, I won't be responsible for my actions," I warned. He raised an eyebrow and threw his hands up in surrender.
"Your brother has texted me a long list of instructions. First, he wants me to check your blood pressure." I smirked at him. Tyler meant well, but he could be annoying. I am glad I won't be the only one being bothered by him.
"Normally, I wouldn't listen, but I researched preeclampsia last night." His voice was grim. I stretched my left arm out for him to attach the cuff. I waited for him to look at me.
"We will be fine," I told him firmly. I know Jacob l
