Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Wesley!” I repeat once more as he puts his cell phone to his ear.
“I’ll be right back.” He kisses my forehead, then stands.
Completely frustrated with him, I shout, “I’m pregnant!”
Even being in the middle of a busy intersection with police sirens off in the distance blaring as they race toward us, and people who have stopped on the sidewalks to take in the accident—even with all that, I know that if I had a pin to drop, I would have heard it. It was like the air went still, and all the people froze just like in those superhero movies when everything stops, even the bullets in midair.
Then time returns to normal and chaos ensues.
“Get a fucking ambulance, and get it here right fucking now!” Wesley shouts to whomever he’s talking to on the phone; then he drops to his knees in front of me. “Are you okay? Are you hurting? Are you in any pain?”
“No pain, but what if the accident shook the baby loose?” I say, knowing rationally that that is ridiculous and impossible.
“I don’t think that’s possible, but when the ambulance gets here, I will have them check to make sure that didn’t happen.”
“Good.” I pull in a sharp breath when his large palm reaches under my coat and covers my stomach.
“You’re pregnant.” It’s not a question; I know he’s just asking me to confirm what I just told him.
“Yes.”
“With my baby . . . ,” he says.
I narrow my eyes on his. “That better be a joke, because if it’s not, I swear the moment I know I’m okay I’m going to kick your ass all over New York City.”
“Gorgeous, shut up and kiss me,” he demands.
So of course I do.
Chapter 11
OH, BABY, YOU’VE LOST YOUR MIND
WESLEY
Sitting in the hospital with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands, I try to keep my shit together. Mackenzie is pregnant. She’s pregnant with our child, and I could have lost her and the baby tonight. The idea of going through my life without Mackenzie is completely unbearable. I’m in love with her. Fuck. I feel happy as hell and sick to my stomach at the same time.
“Are you okay?”
Lifting my head, I look at Mackenzie. She’s looking like she doesn’t have a care in the world as she sits on the top of the table reading one of the ripped-up magazines that got left behind in the room by someone. When the ambulance showed up on the scene, I made sure they saw to her first. The wound on her head was superficial, like I thought, but they still used butterfly tape to close it up. She will have a bruise for a few days. Her knees are also black and blue from where they hit the divider, but they weren’t causing her any kind of abnormal pain. They were most concerned with her losing the baby.
“Okay, mister. Snap out of it.” She taps my cheek before carefully draping herself across my lap. I didn’t even realize she had stood up.
“I’m all right.” I adjust her, then rest my hand over her flat stomach. The idea of it growing with our child is overwhelming and unbelievable. I can’t get my mind around the fact that I’m going to be a dad.
“You’re such a liar.” She sighs, resting her hand over mine on her stomach and dropping her head onto my shoulder. “We are not very good at being traditional, are we?”
Dipping my chin to see her face, I hate the worry I see there. “Have I told you today that I like you a lot?” I ask.
Her eyes meet mine, the worry slowly fading into something else that I like a lot more.
“No.” She shakes her head.
Cupping her cheek, I smooth my thumb over the soft surface. “Actually, I think I’m in love with you.”
“You do?” she whispers, searching my gaze.
“I do,” I say, watching her smile a beautiful smile before resuming her previous position. Frowning, I give her a gentle squeeze. “Do you?”
“Do I what?” she asks.
I can’t tell if she’s joking or not. “Do you love me, woman?”
“Miss Reed?” The door opens and the doctor comes into the room before she can answer my question. I throw the doctor a dirty look—not that she notices. She’s focused on the stack of papers in her hands. Easing Mackenzie off my lap, I help her back onto the table and stand next to her. “It’s nice to meet you two.” The doctor looks between us.
“You too.” Mackenzie gives her a warm smile.
I grunt my greeting, still annoyed that we were interrupted moments ago.
“Stop it.” Mackenzie hits my chest with the back of her hand, and the doctor looks between the two of us before continuing.
“Your blood test came back positive, so you are definitely pregnant.”