He knew she was stubborn, but damn.
When she still didn’t answer, Jon pulled out his phone and tried calling her again. While it rang, he abandoned the door and made his way around the house to the garage. The phone continued to ring. Three more and it would transfer to voice mail.
“Come on,” he growled. “Pick up.”
The garage was the kind with a small strip of windows lining the top panel. Cupping his free hand around his face, Jon peered inside, seeing her Toyota alone inside.
So she wasn’t even home. Great.
Jon sighed, feeling like a dolt. He debated briefly hanging around until she returned, but decided it probably wouldn’t go over well for her to find him there. She’d likely still be pissed at him, and he would likely try to get her back. It was a bad idea all the way around.
He was preparing to leave yet another message when he heard the distinct click of someone picking up on the other end.
“Patricia?” Stopping with his body hanging halfway out of the truck, Jon pressed the phone tighter to his ear.
“Hi, this is Dionne Lawrence. I’m a nurse at County.”
At her introduction, Jon’s stomach dropped to his feet. “Where is Patricia? Why are you answering her phone?”
“Sir,” Dionne said in that smooth, calm tone nurses used to keep people calm. “May I ask what your relationship to Ms. Jacobs is, please?”
“I’m her…” He froze, knowing that if he told her the truth, she wouldn’t tell him anything. He was nothing to Patricia any longer. He didn’t deserve to know what was going on, but he had to know. So he lied. “I’m her husband. Now tell me what’s happened.”
“Sir, I’m afraid your wife has been in an accident.”
That was all Jon needed to hear. In a heartbeat, he was off the phone and racing to get to her.
“How are we feeling?” The young doctor breezed through the emergency room curtain where Patti had been triaged, with her nose buried in the charts. She smiled brightly as she approached the side of the gurney and began checking over all of her vitals.
Patti tried not to squint when she pulled out a pen light and flashed it in her eyes. “I feel like I’ve been in a car accident,” Patti said, trying to play it cool. In reality, she was pretty shaken up. She’d never been in an accident before. Her father would be disappointed to know that she had allowed her emotions to get her so wound up that she had become a danger to herself and others.
Jotting down a few notes on the pages, the doctor spared her a brief look. “Well, aside from a few minor cuts and bruises, I’d say you were pretty lucky, Ms. Jacobs.”
Patti’s eyes lit up. “Does that mean I can go home?”
“Soon,” the doctor promised. “I’d like to keep you here for a while longer so we can run a few more tests to make sure the baby is okay, and I’d like to run another IV through you, too. In the meantime, I’ll have one of the nurses begin putting your paperwork together.”
Patti hadn’t heard a single word after ‘baby.’ “Excuse me,” she said in a strangled whisper.
“Yes?” The doctor paused with a frown on her face. “Do you have a question?”
“Uh, yeah.” Patti could feel the hysterical laughter building in her chest. “I think you might want to double-check your paperwork. There’s no way I’m pregnant.”
The doctor’s frown deepened. She opened the chart again and looked it over. “There’s no mistake. When the paramedics brought you in, your blood was drawn and sent to the lab. You tested negative for any communicable diseases or foreign substances and, although your hCG levels were a little low, you tested positive on the pregnancy test. But that’s perfectly normal this early on. I expect once you’ve made an appointment with your OB/GYN, they’ll be right where they should be.”
Patti was shaking her head, unable to believe what she was hearing. “This is ridiculous. I can’t be pregnant. We only just started dating,” she said, her voice growing in volume. “He broke up with me and now you’re telling me I’m pregnant? I didn’t sign up to be a single mother!”
Holy Jebus, she was a hopeless, jobless, single mother.
Reality jumped up and slapped her in the face so hard, the dam Patti had worked so hard to keep intact, crumbled. Dropping her head, she covered her face with her hands and let the sobs wrack her.
The doctor approached the side of her bed and placed a cold hand on her shoulder. “I take it this news is unexpected. If you’d like, I can have someone from social services come talk with you. There are some options she can go over with you that you might be interested in.”
Patti jerked her head up and leveled her with a glare. “Like what, abortion? As if I would ever do that to my baby.” She was disgusted that she would even suggest it. Patti wasn’t opposed to abortion. In fact, she believed that a woman had the right to do what she wanted with her body, but when given the choice, she knew without question that it wasn’t something she would ever choose for herself.
The doctor nodded sympathetically. “If you change your mind, let me or one of the nurses know. Until then, I’m going to go get your discharge papers started and put in for an ultrasound to make sure everything is all right in there. If everything checks out, you’ll be out of here in no time.”
She couldn’t wait. “Okay.” Patti dropped back on the bed and released a heavy sigh. What the hell, she was pregnant? She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. How could this have happened? She was always so careful and…Her arms fell to her sides like lead weights. And she’d never been careful with Jon.
Combing through her memories of the last month, she couldn’t recall a single time when they’d used any protection. She had birth control pills that she carried around in her purse, but she forgot to take them half the time, which resulted in having to double up more often than not. But with Jon, she had been so busy floating around with her head in the clouds that she hadn’t even gone that far.
What the hell was wrong with her? At that moment, Patti wished she were a toddler again so she could throw herself on the floor and kick and scream. She was so stinking stupid. A complete idiot.
How could she go through twenty-nine years of life without ever having the requisite pregnancy scare, to being pregnant practically overnight by a guy who tossed her out of his life like yesterday’s trash?
Speaking of him. What was she going to tell him? Should she tell him? He made it clear they were done, caput. What would he say if she showed up on his doorstep to tell him that he was going to be a dad?
He’d probably think she was so desperate to have him back that she made the whole thing up.
What a mess she’d weaved for herself.
Covering her stomach with her hands, she marveled at the tiny life growing inside of her. She and Jon had made a completely new person. A little being that was half him and half her. Would it be a boy or a girl? Whom would it look like? She hoped it looked like Jon, all dark hair and shining blue eyes. It hit her then. She was going to have Jon’s baby. Holy shit. She was going to be a mother.
Shame washed over her. She could have been killed tonight. She could have killed their baby. Her mother was right—she was reckless. No wonder Jon needed her out of his life. She was probably a huge reminder of his past, of thrill-chasing Nora who loved her fast cars more than she loved her life.
But that wasn’t true for Patti. Not anymore. Not now that she had someone who needed her. It was a wake-up call if ever see needed one. It was time for her to stop living in the past. She needed to let it go before it destroyed her, because she wasn’t about to do anything to jeopardize the gift she had been given.
She knew what she had to do now, and she couldn’t wait to get out of there so she could tell Jon. She had so many things she wanted to tell him, that she wasn’t even sure where to start. But she wanted him to be happy, and she thought she knew just the way to make it happen.