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)
We all sat there for a few hours, watching the news on the television in a comfortable silence. A little while later, I heard Amelia groan as she woke up. My mom instantly got up out of her chair and walked over to her, grabbing one of Amelia’s hands, which shocked the hell out of me. I never expected my mom to want to comfort Amelia. I guess what my dad said to her had really gotten through to her; he had a habit of doing that.
Amelia blinked awake, looking around. I noticed the second she tensed up, and tears filled her eyes. I felt my heart constrict. I really fucking hated seeing her like this. “Amelia, honey, Cole is here. Look,” my mom coaxed, trying to soothe her before she had another fit.
Amelia turned her head, and she grinned when she saw me, tears of joy running down her face. “I want—” she started, but I cut her off.
I shook my head at her. “You can’t, baby. You’re putting our baby at risk.”
“What?” she whispered, her eyes immediately jerking down to her stomach. “What happened?”
“You caused contractions three times,” I told her softly, knowing that if I continued talking to her like this, it would keep her calm. “You have to rest. Stop stressing yourself out, and stop panicking. I’m right here beside you,” I assured her.
My dad pushed her bed closer to mine, and I grabbed her hand since it was still restrained. I rubbed soothing circles on the back of her hand, giving her a small smile. She sighed and relaxed back into her pillows almost instantly, closing her eyes. “Do you have a jacket or something?” she whispered, her voice showing just how tired she was feeling.
My mom went to my bag and grabbed my leather jacket, draping it over Amelia. Amelia smiled a little, relaxing even more against the pillows. “Don’t let go of my hand please,” she whispered as she started drifting back off into a peaceful sleep. “I hated not knowing that you were okay.”
I could hear the pain in her voice and the slight strain as she thought about the time she spent wondering if I was actually alive or not. I grimaced a little; it really was a miracle that she hadn’t miscarried from the stress she put herself through.
“I’m okay, baby, and I’m right here,” I assured her. Hell, I would never go anywhere.
She nodded sleepily. I sighed and looked at the ceiling tiredly. My mom pressed the button for a nurse and asked for her doctor. Dr. Kline came in a few minutes later. “Is everything okay?” he asked almost hesitantly, his tone a bit wary.
“She woke up, and she was calm,” I told him. “I think you can take her restraints off. She might be more comfortable when she sleeps.”
He nodded, taking my word for it, and undid her restraints. I kept her hand gripped in mine though, knowing she didn’t want me to let go. I wouldn’t.
She was mine, and I would be damned if she ever got taken away from me.
18
Amelia
Cole and I were both out of the hospital, though Cole was still on bed rest for another week, and I wasn’t allowed to do anything strenuous. Kale was gone when we got back, and according to Travis, he had been dealt with.
I stood beneath the flow of water, my thoughts rushing through my head. It had been a week since I had realized I loved Cole. What the fuck was I supposed to do now? I felt like I was making it obvious to him, and it was scaring me. I didn’t want to make it obvious. I didn’t want him to run away from me because I loved him.
Cole had become everything to me. Fuck, I didn’t know what I would do with myself if he left me.
I heard a crash from the bedroom, and I jumped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself as I ran into the bedroom. Cole was on the floor, leaning against the wall, his face twisted into a look of pain. I quickly knelt in front of him. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked him frantically.
“Trying to get something to fucking drink,” he grumbled, leaning his head back against the wall as he breathed in and out slowly to try to regulate his pain.
“Why didn’t you just shout for me?” I demanded. Cole was always trying to do something by himself, and it drove me up the damn wall that he just couldn’t ask for help.
“Because you’ve been stressing yourself out way too much lately,” he muttered. “I thought I could handle getting myself a drink.”
I grabbed his face in my hands and made him look at me. “Cole, I’m being careful,” I assured him. “I can do something as simple as getting you a drink.”