I shook my head. "I walked with her. It was short. I told you."

"Was Andrew there?" he asked, his eyes darkening.

"It was at our beach home in Montauk. So yes, he was there."

"But not Everly's father," he scoffed.

"Would you have come?" I challenged. "If we asked would you have come to our wedding, Dr. Brighton?"

"Doesn't really matter now, does it?"

"Well, I have one better for you, Dr. Brighton. I came to ask if you'd help with the birth of our baby."

That shut him up.

He rose from his chair, fists on his desk as he leered at me. "You got her pregnant?"

"We're going to have a son. Yes, Sir."

"You idiots." He sunk back into his chair. "You damn fools."

"This is why we didn't invite you to our wedding."

"Do you understand con-gen-it-al, Trovatto?"

"I understand that we love each other, and sometimes that kind of love results in creating a child. Are you going to hear my question, or am I beat before I even ask, Sir?"

He groaned, and then thumped his fists to the desk. "What do you want from me?"

"I don't want anything. But Everly wanted me to come here and ask you if you'd be there during the delivery. She's scared, and she thinks all of your experience with her will help. I love her, so here I am."

Timothy was quiet for a long measure, but then said, "She needs to be here. I can't treat her in Georgia."

"She wants Andy to be born in Red Pine."

He whipped his head up. "What did you say?"

"She wants our son to be born in-"

"No," he interrupted, "What did you call him?"

"Andy. She wants to name him after my father."

"Oh, that's rich."

"Will you help or not?" I sighed. "I already banked on you telling me to screw myself, so just say it and let me leave. I can go back to Everly and tell her what we already knew, and life can continue as blissfully as it has been for the last eight months."

He stared. "She's that far along, and you're only coming to me now?"

"I don't need you," I declared. "But Everly wants you to be there when he's born."

"She's all right? And the child-the child is all right?"

"Everything is perfect so far. She's tired, she's anxious, worried, and she needs more rest than most thanks to the anemia, but she's been eating steadily, and all her labs have come back fine. She's very . . . she knows herself. Everly's intuition is strong. Her will is strong."

"Yet you're here," he replied.

"Her love is strong, too. And there isn't anything that she wouldn't do for our son."

He stared at me. "What if she dies, Callum? What will you do then?"

I stared right back at him. "I'll let her."

"Sorry?"