KATHERINE'S POV
The look on Dad's face wasn't very promising. I could count on one hand the times when I had seen him so terrified; maybe the last one was when I had that nasty appendicitis six years earlier ... I remembered that day as if it were yesterday; when he found me bent over in the bathroom and understood what was happening to me, dad picked me up and ran me to the hospital.
He would have even walked into the OR with me if the doctors hadn't stopped him.
"Katherine" he said, maing direct eye contact with me. "Are you telling me that you've been victim of a direct mental attack?"
"I guess so" I replied, trying to keep my voice calm, especially for Parker. The baby moved and kicked where Parker's hand was; he laughed, delighted, and stamped a big kiss on my belly.
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