Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 144

The OB-GYN clinic was closed for lunch, so Amelia had no choice but to head to the ER.

She stood in the quiet, echoing lobby on the first floor, hesitating for a moment before unblocking Charles’s number and dialing. It wasn’t that she wanted to block Charles—Daniel, that infuriating jerk, had started harassing her using Charles’s number. If she blocked everyone but left Charles unblocked, it would only bring trouble down on him.

Charles had just stepped out of the staff cafeteria when his phone buzzed. He sounded surprised. “Amelia?”

A dull ache tugged at Amelia’s lower abdomen; she didn’t have the energy for small talk. “I’m in your hospital’s main lobby. My stomach’s really hurting. Could you help me?”

Charles had a good relationship with the OB-GYN doctors. He ducked back into the cafeteria and flagged someone down.

With Charles by her side, the tests went quickly. After reviewing the results, the doctor asked Amelia to hold out her hand and checked her pulse.

Tense and anxious, Amelia felt the ache in her belly intensify.

The doctor let go of her wrist and asked gently, “Have you been under stress lately?”

Stress? Ever since Violet came back to town, stress was a given—but today had been especially rough.

Amelia nodded. The doctor said, “You’re at twelve weeks. The baby is basically stable, but your emotional ups and downs are too intense. That affects the baby, even if it’s indirect. For expectant mothers, keeping a positive mood is one of the most important things during pregnancy. You need to pay more attention to that.”

So the pain was from stress. The doctor told her to eat well, rest as much as possible for the next few days, and, above all, keep her spirits up. No more emotional rollercoasters.

After leaving the exam room, Amelia thanked Charles, offering an apologetic smile. “I owe you another meal. At this rate, I’ll never catch up.”

Her ride pulled up just as she reached the curb. As she got in, she caught sight of Daniel’s car coming toward her.

It was a gray, drizzly day, and the light wasn’t great, but she could still make out Violet in the passenger seat.

Lunch, a quick hook-up, then back to the hospital. That was their routine.

Amelia’s newly full stomach churned. She fought down the nausea, telling herself: Don’t. Don’t let this matter.

Don’t let someone who doesn’t deserve it dictate your mood.

Eat well, sleep well, and keep your spirits up. Her own health was what mattered most.