Prevailing Love

Chapter 37

"What time do you want me to pick you guys up today? What time is the appointment?" My dad asks.

"Dad, you don't have to come, it isn't necessary," I reply walking awkwardly around the living room. "It's okay."

"Son, I am coming whether you like it or not. You and Steffy need the support. I also want to hear for myself what the specialists have to say, so we can make the best plan for Steffy and the babies."

"Dad, really it isn't—I can call you later."

"Text me all the information. I'm coming," he says again sternly.

I put my phone down on the table and sigh.

"Your dad?" Steffy asks walking over to me.

I run my hand through my hair and sigh once more. "He is insisting on coming. He wants to hear for himself what the specialists have to say."

Steffy sighs.

"I can't say that I blame him, I know he only wants to help and be supportive, but I don't know if him being there is the best thing."

"My dad wanted to come too, but I talked him out of it. I don't think we need everyone in the world there. If your dad wants to come, just let him. I mean, he was the one who found the doctors for us."

"Do you really want him there, trying to take over?" I ask just to make sure.

"I don't know, but I do know that your dad is a fighter and will fight for us, and our baby. He will do whatever it takes. I mean look how quickly he was able to get those doctors here for an evaluation. Look what he did for me when I was in the hospital."

"Are you sure? I mean, are you sure you want him there? I will get him to back off if you want."

"No, he's right, we need the support." Steffy looks away and I can't help but worry about her. My heart is breaking for her.

I grab her hand, "No matter what happens today, we will survive. I am not going anywhere. I love you."

The ride in the car is long, even though Dr. Philip's office is only a couple minutes away. Time is moving in slow motion. Steffy and I don't say anything to each other, both of us fearful that if we say something we will break down. I slide my hand over the console of the car, not saying anything. I grab Steffy's hand as she visibly exhales.I squeeze it before running my thumb over the top of her hand. Nothing more is said and we ride in silence until we get to Dr. Philips' office.

My dad is already there waiting for us. "Son, Steffy, how are you? How are you holding up?"

Steffy doesn't answer, but instead looks down frowning.

"I guess the best that we can be," I answer sadly.

"The perinatologists arrived early this morning and have been reviewing Steffy's chart since with Dr. Philips' and the head OB of the practice."

"Have you spoken to anyone yet?" I inquire. "I mean do you even know the perintologists' names and where they are from?"

My dad looks at the piece of paper he is holding in his hand. "It looks like Dr. Berlusconi, Dr. Chen, Dr. Byard and Dr. Aubert. They are the best in their class. All graduated from top medical schools and with honors. They are at most respectable doctors and work at high class hospitals. They all have many years of experience in their field.