Part Eighty

“Mr Alexander?”

Kelley looked up at the man in scrubs that stood in front of him. He hadn’t heard the doors open or the man’s footsteps. He stood up and raked a hand over his face. It felt like hours that he’d been waiting for news, any news.

“Yes. How’s Milana … my baby?”

“You have a healthy baby boy, the nurses have taken him to be cleaned and dressed and he’ll be brought to Milana’s room in about twenty minutes.”

“Milana’s okay?” Kelley asked as relief surged through him.

“She lost a lot of blood and I’d like to keep her for another two days or so, just to monitor her. She was underweight for a pregnant woman and the baby’s a bit underweight as well. Her blood sugar is too low and she was dehydrated.”

Anger started flowing through his veins. She hadn’t been taking care of herself and some of that was his fault. “But she’ll be fine?”

“I expect so. Good food, lots of rest and no heavy lifting for the next four weeks and she’ll be fine. I assume you can take the baby home, there’s no