The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 873

Autumn was just about to leave when she heard Daria was sick, and all her plans flew out the window.

She turned to Katelyn, worry etched on her face. “Katelyn, what happened to Daria? Is her fever bad? Did you check her temperature?”

Katelyn finished giving instructions to the nanny and hung up. “She’s running a fever. I didn’t ask how high. Autumn, don’t you have things to do? Go on, take care of them.”

But Autumn couldn’t make herself go. Daria was her granddaughter, and Katelyn didn’t seem the least bit bothered. That was her family—of course she cared.

Still, she’d already said she was leaving. She couldn’t just backtrack now.

Honestly, Autumn felt like Katelyn was going to be the death of her today.

She remembered Katelyn telling the nanny to take Daria to Hope Hospital. Without another thought, Autumn grabbed her bag and hurried out to the hospital to wait for them.

***

Hope Hospital.

Anastasia was tagging along with Monica, who was getting a check-up. Monica had woken up feeling nauseous and immediately worried she might be pregnant, so she’d dragged Anastasia with her for backup.

Monica didn’t dare let Jason come. She was too nervous, not ready for him to know—if there was even anything to know.

Anastasia was scrolling on her phone in the hallway when Monica finally came out of the doctor’s office, clutching her test results.

“Well?” Anastasia’s eyes were wide with curiosity. “Are you?”

Monica shook her head, looking a little disappointed. “Nope. Doc says it’s just a stomach bug, probably from eating cold leftovers.”

Anastasia noticed her friend’s letdown and nudged her. “What, you hoping for a baby? Ready to settle down?”

Monica and Jason hadn’t been together that long. Then again, Anastasia had married Herman practically overnight.

Sometimes, when it’s right, it’s right. Time doesn’t always matter.

Monica was honest. “Sitting in there, I thought, if I am pregnant, it wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, Jason would actually make a great dad. He’d be the type to show up with medicine and soup.”

Anastasia laughed. “You’ve got it bad! Monica, you want to get married, just say so. I’ll be front row at your wedding.”

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