Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Julian
“You better get some ice on those knuckles,” Parker said.
“I will as soon as we get back to the office. By the way, Roman. You are inviting Laurel and the girls to the wedding, right?”
“Of course. Morgan is asking Laurel and the girls to be in the wedding.”
“Then she better be standing up with me and not this douchebag.” I glanced at Parker.
“Shut the fuck up, bro.” He smacked my arm.
I was sitting in my office with ice on my knuckles when Melinda walked in.
“Julian, the school just called. They’re trying to reach Laurel, and she’s not answering. Sara is sick.”
“Did you tell them she’s in court?”
“Yeah. They said they need to get her permission for someone to pick up Sara if she can’t.”
“Okay. Thanks, Mel.”
I walked out of my office and down to Morgan’s .
“I need a favor,” I said.
“What do you need, tough guy?” She smiled.
“Sara is sick, and I need to pick her up. The school has been trying to reach Laurel, but she’s not answering. The problem is I’m not on the list to pick the girls up.”
“Not a problem. I’ll call the school right now, pretend I’m Laurel, and get your name on the list.”
“Thanks, Morgan.” I winked.
I knew something was off with Sara this morning. She didn’t eat and looked very tired. When I reached the school and walked into the office, I saw her lying across the chairs lined against the window.
“Julian,” she said.
“Hey, sweetheart. I hear you’re not feeling good.”
“She has a fever of 103, sore throat, and a bad headache,” the secretary spoke.
“Thank you.” I scooped Sara in my arms and carried her to the Escalade. “You need to see a doctor.”
“I want my mom,” she whined.
“I know you do, but she’s in court.” After climbing in next to her, I called Emilia’s office.
“Hi, this is Julian Hamilton from The Hamilton Group. Is Dr. Kind available to speak to?”
“Let me check, Mr. Hamilton.” She placed me on hold.
“Hey, Julian,” Emilia answered.
“Emilia, thank God. I have a sick kid. Is there any way I can bring her in now to see you?”
“Now I know for a fact that you don’t have kids, Julian. What did you do? Kidnap one?”
“Hilarious, Emilia. She’s a friend’s daughter, and her mother is in court all day. I just picked her up from school with a 103 temperature, bad sore throat, and headache.”
“Bring her in now. What’s her name? ”
“Sara Evans.”
“Okay. I’ll let my staff know. See you soon.”
“Thanks, Emilia. Sam, we’re going to the Kind Medical Center.”
When we arrived, I took Sara from the back seat and carried her up to the second floor and into Emilia’s practice.
“We have a room all ready for her.” The receptionist smiled. “Follow me.”
I lay Sara on the table, and we waited for Emilia.
“Her throat swab is positive for strep throat,” Emilia said. “I’m going to prescribe an antibiotic, and she’s to get children’s Tylenol every four hours until her fever breaks.”
“Thank you, Emilia. I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, Julian.” She smiled. “It’s good you brought her in. I hope you feel better, sweetie,” she said to Sara.
“Thank you, Dr. Kind.”
As we climbed into the Escalade, my phone rang, and Laurel was calling.
“Hi.”
“Julian, what’s going on? Sara is sick, and you picked her up?”
“I did. She has strep throat, Laurel.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I took her to the doctor.”
“What doctor, Julian?”
“Dr. Emilia Kind at the Kind Medical Center. She’s a pediatrician and a damn good one.”
“ You took her to the doctor?”
“Yes. She has a 103 fever. She needed medical attention.”
“Thank you, Julian. I have to get back to court. I’ll be home as soon as it’s over. It doesn’t look like I’ll be out in time to pick the other two girls up from school.”
“Don’t worry about that. Sam will pick them up and bring them home.”
“Thanks, Julian. Give Sara a kiss from me and tell her I love her and will be home as soon as I can.”
“I will. Good luck in court.”
When we arrived home, I carried Sara up the stairs and helped her into her pajamas.
“Sam is going to stop and get your medication along with some Tylenol,” I stroked her forehead. “I’ll bring it up and give it to you as soon as he returns.”