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“Thank you for being honest with us. Now, one more question. Doctor Stone recommended the pediatricians up on the sixth floor, out of them do you recommend any particular one?”

“I worked with Dr. Stone,” she giggled at their expressions. “It’s our Doctor Stone’s husband. However, he’s a high risk peds doctor.” At their looks of confusion, she shook her head. “He specializes in children of autism.” She quickly lifted her hand. “There’s no indication your child will have it, but that’s his specialty. Go up and see if you can’t schedule an appointment for a consultation. You have plenty of time.”

“Okay, thank you. One more question,” Erin said as she picked up the folder.

“What’s that?”

“If I have a home birth with a mid-wife, will the peds doctor come to my home to examine the baby or will we both have to be brought into the hospital?”

“I have no clue to the answer to that.”

“Thank you for your honesty,” Reid said, and he put his arm around Erin as they turned to leave. It turned out that they had to wait for over an hour at the pharmacy for her prescription, so they decided to go out to lunch at the local diner before going back to pick it up. They also took a page from Kevin’s book and stopped by the grocery store on the way home, to make sure they were well stocked until they had to come back in five weeks for the next appointment.

On the way home, they were both lost in their own thoughts as they thought back onto the appointment and what they had learned from both the doctor, and the receptionist.

CHAPTER 18

Yvonne walked into the office,and started the coffee pot, and as it brewed, she filled a small glass jar with water and walked around to water the plants Kevin had put in there. She shook her head with a smile. The day he had returned from registering his vehicle for Colorado, he had stopped at the grocery store for food for them both, and had brought home four plants. He left two at his house, and brought two here for the office.

“You’re going to kill them if you keep watering them,” Kevin said from behind her, and she gave a yelp, threw up her hands, and whipped around. She immediately covered her mouth when the water in the jar sprayed out and covered Kevin’s chest. They both looked as the water spread across his chest, wetting his shirt.

Kevin looked down, smirked, then looked up at her. “I know that wasn’t malicious, and now isn’t the time, but I’ll pay you back for that when we get home.”

Yvonne giggled, and cocked her hip to the side. “Are we talking promises, or empty threats?”

“Promises, baby, definitely promises.”

“Good.” She laughed, then sighed as she went to grab some paper towels to hand him, and she used the extra to mop up the water she’d spilt. “Why can’t I water them once a week?”

“Because they are considered a cactus, and you don’t need to water them that often. And they have to be in front of the window for the sun.”

“It’s just an aloe plant.”

“Yes, and they grow mostly in the desert.”

“Oh,” she said with a shrug. “Sorry, I’m not being callous, but I’ve never been home long enough to have a plant. Or if I was home, I’d either forget to water it, or over water it.”

Kevin smirked at her. “Google how to care for an aloe plant.”

“I will,” she laughed and went to get her cup of coffee and poured one for him. They stood in the hallway, and she raised a brow at him. “How are you doing on the stack of checks?”

“Good, I’m waiting for one thing to come back on the trainers, then I can go to Cole and Naomi with my findings. What about you?”

“I’m waiting for something to come back on one of the owners.” They nodded to one another, gave a salute with their coffee cups, and went into their own offices.

“Yvonne!” Kevin called out, and looked up when he saw her in his doorway.

“You bellowed?”

“Sorry, but come look at this,” he said as he pointed to his screen, and looked over his shoulder and up at her as she leaned down to look at what he was pointing to.

“What am I looking at?”

“Oh, sorry. It might be nothing, but the person Karen killed in Seattle had the same name.”

“Strokes?”

“Yes. I sent a message to the DA back home to ask for the murder victim’s first name. I couldn’t remember it.”