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this show. Or any show. I’m done, Mickey. I’m fucking done. I shouldn’t even be here right now. She’s alone. She’s in pain.”
I felt myself getting angry.
Mickey grabbed my arm. “Hey. Listen to me, Silas. Forget about everything and go. You’re right. Go. Right now. She’s not alone either. She has family. She has medical professionals. That’s not the same as having you there, but you’re on your way. Go.”
I nodded at Mickey and broke away from him.
I ran and felt like the world was moving at a completely different pace.
How is Mila in labor? How does this work? The baby is too small, right? He has to be too small. She’s not due for another… three months… maybe less…
I slammed my shoulder into a door and bolted outside.
I ran to my truck.
Oh, shit, the family stuff. So many lost a baby. No. That’s not happening here. There’s no way…
I got into my truck and drove as fast as I could.
I wasn’t far away. But I wasn’t close enough.
All I had with me were my racing thoughts.
I somehow drove to the hospital.
I didn’t remember a single mile of the drive.
Other than my eyes moving to my phone, waiting for Tyler to call me and tell me it was a false alarm. That Mila thought she was in labor but she wasn’t. That the doctors looked at her and the baby and everyone was perfectly fine and that she was on her way back home to keep being pregnant.
Keep being pregnant… because it’s too soon…
I parked my truck at the emergency room entrance and then had no idea where to go.
I fumbled with my phone to call Tyler.
“I’m here,” I yelled into the phone. “Where are you? Where is she? Where’s my Mila? Tell me you’re leaving soon, right?”
“Silas…”
Tyler told me where to go.
My heart sank even more.
I ran into the hospital and around, my feet hitting the clean floors, the echoes bouncing off the high walls.
I had to take a fucking elevator.
I had to stand there and punch the button. Then wait. When the doors opened, two people got off and I almost knocked them over as I got on. I apologized without looking at them.
The elevator ride felt like the slowest thirty seconds of my life.
When the doors opened, Tyler and Crosby stood there.
Waiting for me.
I saw the looks in their eyes and I lunged for them as my knees gave out.
They both grabbed me and kept me on my feet.
“Come here, man,” Crosby said. He wrapped an arm around me. “Breathe, Silas. Breathe.”
“He’s here,” Tyler said to me. “Okay? He’s here.”
“Who’s here?” I asked.
Tyler nodded with tears in his eyes. “Silas… your son is here.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
MILA
She’s got to push!
There’s no stopping this from happening!
Where the hell is Dr. Frederick?
Someone! Anyone!
You’re doing great, sweetie. Just keep breathing.
Someone get in here now!
She’s pushing!
Talk her out of it, for god’s sake!
I can’t. It’s too late!
Too. Late.
The whole thing became a blur.
From the moment I saw Jace standing outside the driver’s side window, it all kicked into high gear.
He knew just what to do.
He ripped open the car door and asked me what was wrong.
I remembered screaming at him that I was in labor. The pain was so bad. The urge to push hit me so quick.
I grabbed his arms and explained it was far too early.
The baby was too small.
This… can’t… be… happening…
Jace held my hand and began to yell into his radio that he needed medical help. He gave the location and said I was having a baby.
I was having a baby!
I wasn’t supposed to be having a baby so soon.
I remembered Jace holding me, helping me from the car, talking to me, asking me to breathe, reminding me to breathe when the pain stole my breath.
At some point an ambulance arrived and I told Jace to call Tyler.
He was the first person that came to mind along with Silas.
But I knew Silas was at his show.
Calling him would only cause panic.
I had to trust that Tyler would know what to do…
Then everything went black.
I vaguely remembered voices, movements, the beep of a heart monitor. The whooshing of a second heart monitor.
My baby is still alive!
The hospital was no different for me.
It was movement, questions where I had no answers, me writhing and crying in pain.
All I wanted was Silas.
Silas! I need Silas! He needs to be here with me!
We will take care of everything, sweetie. You focus on you and the baby.