Dave had been a popular bachelor. At one time both Taylin and her sister, Ashlee, had had a crush on the young minister.
“Hi,” Dave said as he stepped forward and held out his hand. “Dave Matthews.”
“Abbie Duke.” Abbie shook his hand. “Do ministers date?” she asked, keeping a hold of his hand.
Dave lifted his left hand to show off his wedding band. “Not when they’re married.”
This time Abbie was the one to look embarrassed as she quickly withdrew her hand. “Oops. Sorry.”
Dave chuckled. “No problem.”
The phone rang, and Abbie quickly took the call. Taylin moved away from the desk and pointed to a waiting room next to the visitor’s kitchen. “Why don’t you wait here while I go back and check on Sydney.”
“Good idea.”
On the way to Sydney’s room, Taylin passed by the employee bulletin board. She dreaded approaching Luke tomorrow to ask him personal questions. He would probably think she was hitting on him.
Approaching the door to Sydney’s room, Taylin knocked softly. “It’s Taylin Nichols.”
“Come in,” the nurse said.
Taylin pushed the door open and stepped inside. Sydney looked pale and small in the bed. Jackson, who usually wore a mischievous grin, sat next to his wife with a somber look.
“Hey,” Taylin said, walking over to the bed. “Pastor Dave and I came as soon as you called. He’s in the waiting room.”
Sydney smiled. “Thank you so much for coming. My parents are out of the country and Jackson and I just needed a friend.”
Taylin sat on the edge of the bed and took Sydney’s hand in hers, noting how cold and clammy her skin felt. “I’m so glad y’all wanted me here.” She glanced over at Jackson. “Hey, Jacks.”
“Hey, squirt,” he said with a small smile. “Thanks for coming.”
The labor and delivery nurse moved away from her computer. “Dr. Nance is on his way over. He wants to do an ultrasound, which he can do right here in the room.” She offered Sydney a reassuring smile. “I’m gonna go get the portable ultrasound unit ready, but do you need anything before I leave?”
“No, thank you,” Sydney said. Her lower lip quivered. “I’m okay.”
Once Caroline left the room, Sydney squeezed Taylin’s hand. “We want you to be in here with us when he does the ultrasound. Is that okay with you?”
“Absolutely.” A knot of anxiety twisted in Taylin’s stomach. “Do you know how many weeks you are?”
“Fourteen weeks.” Sydney’s eyes filled up with tears. “I thought everything was going to be okay this time since I made it to the second trimester.”
Taylin didn’t want to get all clinical on them, but she did want to get a better idea about what to expect when the doctor did the ultrasound. “Tell me what happened?”
As Sydney relayed her story, Taylin was relieved to note the bleeding wasn’t accompanied by cramping and had subsided since coming to the hospital.
“Do you think we have time for Pastor Dave to pray with us before Dr. Nance gets here?” Jackson asked.
“I think so.” She pulled out her phone and sent him a quick text. But right then Dr. Nance came in, along with Caroline and the ultrasound unit.
While the doctor greeted the couple, Taylin went to the door to meet Dave. “Sorry, the doctor walked in right after I sent you the text. He’s going to do an ultrasound.”
“No problem.” He stuck his hands in his pockets. “I’ll just go back to the waiting room and pray for the best.”
Taylin nodded her head and closed the door, offering a prayer of her own. Both Sydney and Jackson were quiet as the nurse lowered the head of the bed until Sydney lay flat. She had a death grip on her husband’s hand as the doctor lifted her gown to expose her stomach.
“This has been warming but it still might feel cool,” he said, squeezing out a generous amount of gel onto her lower abdomen.
Taylin’s eyes honed in on the display screen as Dr. Nance moved the transducer probe over Sydney’s