Kyndall hadn’t been feeling very well the past few days. She was finally in the last trimester of her pregancy and it was a lot rougher than she had expected it to be. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she would be able to handle. The only thing keeping her going was the baby and wanting to see her daughter born.
She went to find her parents and was not surprised to find them in the living room talking. She hated to interrupt them since they had so little time to talk lately. Her father was always at work, and her mother was always doing things for her.
Campbell had seen her come down the stairs as he was listening to Abbey. He gave her a little smile then frowned as he got a better look at his little girl. He barely had time to stand up and reach before before she collapsed into his arms.
Campbell and Abbey sat and listened to the doctor. They were going to take the baby early. It was a risk for both Kyndall and the baby, but it was a bigger risk to wait. Kyndall and the doctor already had a plan ready for this and what was to happen immediately afterwards.
Campbell looked at his daughter laying on the bed. She was resting while they waited for everything to be ready for her. Abbey discussed things with the doctor while Campbell just listened and had a million thoughts running through his head.
To most people, Campbell probably seemed like a worried father waiting for his grandchild to arrive. To those close to him and those who knew his past, they would see that he was not worried…he was terrified.
Kyndall sat up on the edge of the bed. She looked at her father and frowned. She could tell something was wrong with him, but wasn’t sure what.
Campbell looked at his daughter and forced a smile onto her face to help keep her calm. “You okay, Princess?”
She shook her head. “I need Cason here, Daddy. Can you call him for me?”
Campbell nodded and did as she asked even if he was still mad at the boy for the way he had treated his daughter. It was her choice though, not his.