Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Cole set me into the backseat and tossed his dad the keys. “Find a fucking hospital,” Cole told him harshly.
Cole jumped into the backseat with me and put my head on his lap. He rubbed my belly soothingly with one hand and held one of my hands with his other. Not a word was said as Travis sped off, laying rubber.
When we got to a hospital, they rushed me back immediately. Cole quickly stripped me out of my wet clothes and put me into a hospital gown. The nurse came into the room and hooked me up to the monitors. Cole held my hand tightly, worry creasing his features.
The nurse sighed. “You’re having contractions,” she said, confirming my worst fears. “We’re giving you another shot, and then we’re going to send you to a hospital closer to your home, okay?”
I nodded. Cole squeezed my hand tightly in his. Our eyes met, and he leaned down, kissing me with so much desperation that it tore at my heart. “I’m going to kill whoever did this to you,” he told me quietly.
I shook my head at him. “You won’t have to. I think they’re floating down a river by now.”
Cole sighed, leaning down to kiss me again. I swear, I was going to give this man a fucking heart attack one day.
20
I glanced up as Cole came back into my room. I was at the hospital closer to home, and Cole had rarely left me alone since I’d been admitted. The only time I was alone in the room was when Cole went to get something to eat from the cafeteria or something of the sort. If he had to leave the hospital, he made someone stay with me, and usually, that someone was Brian.
But I had been in this place for two weeks now, and I was fucking sick of being here. I was rarely let up to go walk, and I was starting to get really pissed off and restless.
“Find a doctor and find out when I can fucking go home,” I snapped at Cole as soon as he walked into my room, freshly showered.
He smirked at me. “Hello to you, too.”
“I’m serious,” I whined. “I’m tired of being in the hospital. I can’t do anything. I bet if they didn’t have to let me up to go piss, they wouldn’t even do that. I want to go home,” I complained.
Cole sighed. “It’s best for you and our baby. You have to remember that,” he said gently, trying to reason with me.
I wasn’t beyond making deals with him and the doctor at this point. I was tired of staring at the same white walls all of the time. I was tired of doing nothing but watching tv and lying down. I needed to go back home.
“Cole, I’ll deal with a wheelchair. I just want to go home.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “You’ll seriously sit in a wheel chair for the rest of your pregnancy?” he asked, almost as if he didn’t believe me.
I nodded, meaning it from the bottom of my heart. “Yes,” I told him desperately. “Please, Cole, I just want to go home.”
He sighed and nodded before planting a soft kiss on my lips. “I’ll go find the doctor.”
He left the room, and I did the childish thing of crossing my fingers in my lap, hoping to get my way. I desperately wanted to go home. I was tired of sitting there, missing out on everything back at the clubhouse. It sucked not being physically at the meetings and only being able to make decisions through the phone. I was ready to be back in my own space.
Dr. Kline came into the room followed by Cole. He checked my vitals and the machine monitoring the baby and nodded. “You have to stay in a wheelchair if you’re not in bed, Amelia,” he told me sternly. “You don’t get to ride your bike. It’s important that you do not get stressed out.” He looked at me, giving me a stern look. “If you end up in this hospital again, Amelia, I will not allow you to go back home until you deliver this baby, understand?”
I nodded. “Trust me, I’m going to do everything possible not to come back here.” And I meant that.
He nodded and unhooked me from the machine. After he left the room, Cole helped me into my clothes. A nurse came in with a wheelchair a minute later. “I assume you’ve already paid for it?” she asked me.
I looked at Cole for confirmation only to see that he was already nodding at the nurse. “Yeah; it’s paid for.”
She brought it over, and I sat down in it, sighing in relief. I wasn’t exactly happy about the wheelchair, but it was better than being stuck in the fucking hospital all the time.