Graeme hurriedly took Macy to the hospital for a check-up, his hands trembling slightly as he helped her into the car.
"It's going to be okay," Macy whispered, though her face was pale.
"Don't talk, just breathe," Graeme said, his voice tight with worry. The drive to his family's hospital felt endless, every red light an eternity as he glanced over at Macy. When they finally arrived, he practically carried her through the emergency room doors. "I need a doctor now! My wife is pregnant with twins and—"
"Mr. Kincaid!" The head nurse recognized him immediately and rushed over. "Let's get Miss Sands into a private exam room right away."
The staff moved quickly, and efficiently. Within minutes, the hospital's best obstetrician was examining Macy while Graeme paced outside the room, his mind
