Miracles from Heaven Page #2

I think I'm gonna spend a lot of time there,

enjoying baguettes

and freshly-ground espresso.

Hey, let's do that together.

Paris would be a good mother-daughter trip.

Oh, count me in. I would love it.

I love you, Anna.

I love you, too.

Sleep tight, ladybug.

Okay, good night.

Good night.

Okay, honey.

It's okay, it's okay. Oh!

Oh, sweetie.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, Lord.

Oh, my baby.

Oh, sweetie.

Do you think it was something

from the barbecue?

We all ate the same things.

You know, maybe you should run her

by Dr. Sponder's in the morning.

- Okay?

- I'm okay.

There you go.

Watch your feet there.

I need to be better for the aquarium.

You will be, honey.

Okay.

Let's get you to bed.

I'm gonna sit with you.

Hey.

Why are you still up?

- Is it about Anna?

- Mmm.

Anna's gonna be okay.

It's probably just a bug.

The doctor will give us somethin' for it.

I just feel anxious.

About what?

About everything.

The kids, the house, your business.

- The kids? Come on, the kids are fine.

- Hmm.

Well, my business is gonna work.

Oh, babe, you say that like it's absolute.

Now, this may take a while,

but it'll be okay.

It'll be okay.

It's a good life, Christy Beam.

It's a good...

It's a good life, Kevin Beam.

I hope this gastroenterologist

can get to the bottom of this.

I checked him out online.

He's supposed to be one

of the best in Fort Worth.

Well, good. He better be.

He's the third guy we've seen.

- I want to get this figured out.

- Mmm-hmm.

How's your book, ladybug?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, everything looks okay.

- It does?

- Yeah, I've gone through

her entire chart and all

of Dr. Sponder's notes,

and the X-ray doesn't show anything.

Dr. Dorsi, she's in constant pain.

I mean, this little girl

has been throwing up for weeks.

She hasn't kept anything down.

Her little tummy's all bloated

and she's been on, well, Xifaxan,

she's been on Augmentin,

- four different antibiotics.

- Look, look, that's why

I'm ruling out anything that's bacterial.

I don't think it's viral.

Ms. Beam, I think your daughter

is lactose intolerant.

What?

- You think she's lactose intolerant?

- Christy.

- Like, allergic to milk?

- Ms. Beam.

Considering what y'all have been through,

I would think this is really good news. Huh?

This is easily treatable.

She can't have pizza?

It's not just pizza, sweetheart.

She can't have any dairy.

- She can have cheese-less pizza.

- Who would want that?

Well, um, if Anna can't have pizza,

then I won't have it either.

- Hmm.

- Well, Abbie, that's a great idea.

I'm in.

Me, too.

Ever?

We're not gonna have pizza ever?

Well, until Anna's better.

Well, my body's still growing.

- Wrong answer, genius.

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