Jonathan and Isabella had talked early the next morning before readying Noemi for kindergarten. She told him how the doctors and nurses had been really evasive and she didn't have a fucking clue what that meant.
Her husband had only nodded and held her while she cried a little. There was no reason to, but Isabella felt like crying. It was probably hormones. She had cried a lot when she was pregnant with Noemi.
After breakfast she left the house for some fresh air. She knew the doctors would call soon, but she couldn't stand the thought to be cooped up indoors all day.
Jonathan had let her go without complaint.
When she came back he told her the doctors wanted to see her at the hospital. Jonathan didn't elaborate if it was for more tests or to abort the pregnancy or for whatever else. Still Isabella followed him to the car and allowed him to drive her there.
During the drive she became more and more jittery and couldn't stay still in her seat. She felt like this was a trap.
Jonathan eyed her full of carefully concealed nervousness but he did not try anything to calm his wife down.
Calmly he parked the car, walked around and helped her out. He wound his arm around her shoulder and gently guided his reluctant wife forward.
Whatever may come he would be by her side this time.