"Why are you choosing the cake?" Khaat frowned. "A bride always wants to choose her own cake. Well, almost always. That seems really backwards." It really was none of her business and she knew that. But it did seem too backwards not to ask.
She stretched a bit, feeling stiff and sore in her office chair already. "I wish we had some news."
"Relax. It hasn't been that long," Angus said.
A little over an hour later, Hannah came back and said. "Your father just finished, Khaat. Brian is fine. He's sleeping. Your father said he'll bring him home soon. As soon as he's had a chance to observe him just a bit to make certain he has no complications. He said I'm to tell you there is no point in you being here while Brian sleeps. He wants you to go home."
"Not until I see Brian," she said.
"He said you'd feel that way. You can see him, your father said. But he was specific that he didn't want you waking him up or staying with him either one. Five minutes, he said. And he was very specific, Khaat."
"My hospital, my rules," Khaat glared at Hannah.
"Hey, I'm just relaying the message," Hannah said.