I down two Tylenol after my shift ends because my feet and back ache. On my way out, I wave to Helen, thankful I have tomorrow off to recoup. I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to work, but thankfully Stella hasn’t put me on bed rest yet. I understand how high-risk twins can be, but I’d like to continue working as long as I can.
The doors open when I scan my ID card, and I find Fisher sitting in the same chair he was in the night he found out he was going to be a father.
“Fisher? What are you doing here?”
He smiles, and it reminds me of the smiles he gave me before we ever slept together. At the time, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I’d snag a man like Fisher Greene for myself. Until we got to know each other better and I discovered he didn’t ever want to get married or
