“Mom?”
“Hadlee,” her mother’s quiet voice reminded her it was well before the time her mom would normally wake up. “Hey baby. I’m glad you’re calling. Your Dad said you called him last night and confirmed you were safe.”
“I am. Are you okay? I spoke to Dad really late last night and then I thought it was too late to call you.”
“It’s never for you to call me Hadlee. You know this. You can call me whenever.”
“Shamia said the doctor put you back on bedrest. Are you and the baby going to be alright?”
“We’re fine,” her mom gave a little laugh. “I experienced some spotting, and my blood pressure went up so since I had so many problems with Kristoff, the doctor is being cautious.”
“I’m sorry, Mom. It’s my fault, isn’t it?”
“No. It’s not your fault, Hadlee.”
“Come on, Mom. You wouldn’t be
