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23
Leah
At least it was over.
My fingers trembled as I redressed, tugging the tank over my head and wishing I had worn something other than the pink sweatpants proudly proclaiming “Sweet” over my butt.
My heart still raced. I didn’t think it’d ever slow. More tears fell over my cheeks. The nurses handed me a handful of tissues as they retrieved the discharge forms. It didn’t help.
I needed Jack.
I sat on the bed as the shouting rang from in the hall. It wasn’t polite, but I didn’t expect him to be. My knight-in-shining armor crashed through a damn hospital as aggressively and unsubtly as he could. Thank God no cameras were here to see this.
I was so glad to hear his voice, even if it echoed a nasty curse at the head nurse who refused to give him my room number. I pulled my cell and made a note to send a basket of various Rivets’ paraphernalia to the patient staff forced to deal with Jack Carson’s latest temper tantrum.
Jack sprinted into the room, limping heavily on his leg. He didn’t slow until I was safe in his arms.
I fell into his embrace, and he kissed me furiously, a silent apology that shook me to my core. I clung to him, finally warm and calm. He pulled away only so he could look at me, his words heavy, solemn, and brimming with the same fear I felt a few minutes ago.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I got your message…and I tried…but I was…”
“It’s okay.”
“Are you?” His voice broke. He lowered his hand as if he were afraid to touch my tummy. “Is the…”
“Everything’s okay.”
Jack’s eyes widened, a surge of blue so bright it startled me. He stared as if I would lie to the only man I’ve ever loved.
He exhaled. “It’s okay?”
“Yeah.”
“But you were—”
“Overreacting?” I bit my lip. “It’s…unusual for me, I’ll grant you that.”
“What happened?”
“Women can experience something called round ligament pain. It’s a muscle ache when their womb is growing for the baby.” I swallowed. “For example, if they’re expanding for the very large son of a very large quarterback.”
Now Jack looked faint. I guided him to the bed, taking his hand and pressing it against my tummy. He opened his mouth to speak, couldn’t, and collapsed backward instead. I laughed, letting him have a moment while the news overwhelmed him.
“A son?” he asked.
“They had a good shot on the sonogram tonight, but it’s still very early. We’ll have to check again in a couple weeks.”
“Do you think…it’s a boy?”
“I think he’s a boy.”
“And he’s okay? You’re not…hurting?”
“I’m just a little embarrassed.”
Jack pulled himself upright with a core strength I envied now. He shook his head, pulling me close for another kiss.
“Never. Don’t you dare say you were embarrassed. Fuck, I’ve donated enough money to this place. There should be a whole wing I can use. I could keep you here with all the doctors and nurses and staff until we’re absolutely sure—”
“I’m sure your donations are better allocated to the kids in pediatrics,” I said. “I had some discomfort when I stood and walked, but it’s perfectly normal, if not thoroughly frightening for a first time mom. The doctors said to keep an eye on it.”
“Two of them,” he promised. “You can sleep. I won’t. Not until that baby is born and safe and—”
“Jack.” I smiled. “I’m okay. You’ll be the first to know if there’s any problem.”
“Damn right I’ll be.” Jack sat me on the bed so he could pace instead. His steps hit the floor too hard, and I didn’t even want to imagine the damage he did to himself by running through the halls.
I sighed. “Stop. I’m not sending you downstairs to get an MRI if you tear up your knee.”
“I’ll cut the damn thing off.”
“You might find it a little hard to play football on one leg.” I shrugged. “You’re a big guy, Jack, but even your tripod can’t get you out of a blitz.”
“I’m serious, Kiss.”
“And everything’s okay. I’m just waiting for the papers that tell me that I overreacted.”
“You didn’t overreact.” His voice hollowed. “You didn’t have anyone there to help you.”
“I can handle myself.”
“You shouldn’t have to.”
“Even if you were there, nothing would have changed.”
He didn’t believe me. “That’s not true—”
“I wouldn’t have risked anything. We’d have gone to the hospital, only you would have driven me.”
“Yeah.” He beat at his chest with a fist. “I would have taken you. I’d have been there. I’d have kept you safe and calm and