Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24995 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24995 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I reach into my pocket to pull out the ring I picked up on my way here. I open the box and stare at it. I want to see it on her finger.
“What’s it like knowing you’re going to be a father?”
Gerrit doesn't answer me right away. I think my question caught him off guard. “I don’t think it's a feeling I can explain. You’ll know what I mean soon enough.” That’s the problem. How long will I have to wait to have my own family with Kinley? I’ve been googling about this shit. They talk about ovulation days and period tracking.
I have no problem running giant, successful companies, but I have no fucking clue what any of that ovulation talk meant. It might as well have been written in another language. It’s not like I can throw in a random question to Kinley either. It would be random for me to ask about when she had her period last.
I grab my phone when it dings. It’s my security giving me an update on Kinley. In the picture he sent she looks blank of emotion. I have no doubt her mom is playing up some sob story. I also know she won't be a fan of Kinley and me getting married. She already knows she can’t suck any money from the Kane family. We’ve got her number. So I wouldn’t be a good fit if we were going by her standards.
“Well, fuck me.” I mumble.
“What?” Gerrit asks.
“What if Kinley asks me to give her parents money? Then what the fuck do I do?”
“Write a check.” He shrugs. “It’s not like it’s going to make a dent in your bank account, and if it makes your wife happy then who fucking cares?” That’s very true.
I have to admit that I love how Gerrit keeps calling Kinley my wife. I need that. I want that more than anything. I want my last name on her, but that’s just a piece of paper. A child, a baby made from the two of us would bond us forever. I know it sounds barbaric, but it’s how I feel.
My phone rings this time. “What’s wrong?” I ask Webster, the security I have watching over Kinley.
“She went into the bathroom and when she came out, she looked panicked. She rushed out of the restaurant. She didn't even say anything to her mom. I’m following her now.” I drop the call when another one comes in. This time it’s her driver. The one she told me she didn't need but I pushed for.
“Longview Hospital,” he tells me. I’m up before he finishes, already heading out of Gerrit’s place.
“I told you not to call him!” I hear Kinley say in the background. Now I’m not only worried but I’m pissed. I end the call, texting for my car to be brought around. Why would she tell him not to call me?
My heart pounds with the feeling that something is wrong. I drive like a crazy person, getting to the hospital in record time. I park at the entrance even though someone tells me I can’t park there. I tell them to tow it then. I could give a fuck about anything except getting to my girl and making sure she’s okay.
“A Kinley Cole was brought in here.” It kills me to say her last name. It should already be Kane, but I dropped the ball.
“And you are?” the woman behind the counter asks.
“Her fiancé.”
“So you’re not family. I’m sorry I can’t get you any information.”
With two quick calls, the woman behind the desk answers my questions before buzzing me in. I usually don’t use my connections to do things like this, but I’d do anything to get to my girl.
I skip the elevator and take the stairs. They already have her in a fucking room. When I open the door, she is sitting in the hospital bed wearing one of those gowns they give you when you’re admitted to the hospital. My eyes roam over her.
When she sees me she gives me a half smile before she starts to cry. Each tear feels like a nail to my heart.
“Kinley.” I pull her as close to me as I can with the bed in the way. She cries into my chest.
“I’m sorry,” she sniffles.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
She looks down like she doesn't want to tell me something.
“No secrets between us.”
“I’m pregnant,” she blurts out. “Or I was. I don’t know yet if I still am. When I went to the bathroom at the restaurant, I was spotting blood so I rushed here. I’m scared, Luke.” Those icy blue eyes look up at me, and for the first time in my life, I’m scared too.
“It's going to be okay,” I try to reassure her even though there is a pit in my stomach.