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The last thought I had was that I could get used to this. My husband taking care of me. Falling asleep in his clothes and his bed, all the while knowing he would be there to protect me if I ever needed it.Chapter 14
Yes, it’s a bad time to talk. You should come back when I’m not feeling so honest.
-Text from Reggie to Nathan
Reggie
Thankfully I woke up the next morning before my alarm.
I rolled over and grabbed my phone, switching the alarm off before it could wake the sleeping giant in the bed next to me.
The sleeping giant that slept like the dead, hogged the bed, and was so sexy that it hurt.
His hair was a giant mess, and he slept with his mouth hanging half open.
I wanted to reach forward and poke my finger inside the opening, but I was also supremely embarrassed mostly because in the light of day, I remembered all the stuff that I’d demanded of him the night before, from the baby to the pregnancy to him giving it to me harder.
Yeah, that was all right there playing on replay in my brain.
Face flaming, I got out of bed and felt Nathan’s shirt—the one that I’d stolen to wear to bed—slide down my torso and fall to a stop right below my ass.
Glancing once more at the man in the bed, I went to the bathroom and started to get ready for work.
It was an hour later that I was walking out the door, all the while still not having woken the man who still hadn’t moved.
After one quick glance over my shoulder and the thought that I would need to ask him for a key to get in sooner rather than later, I closed the door quietly behind me after having locked it from the inside.
I was halfway down the driveway when I looked up and found a four-pack of men standing at the base of Nathan’s driveway staring at me.
I blinked, coming to a stop by Nathan’s truck.
“What?” I asked, feeling my face flame.
The person closest, Sammy, grinned. “How’s your head?”
I touched the cheek where I’d gotten nailed with the football a couple of days prior.
“My cheekbone still hurts,” I admitted. “Why?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. I just distinctly remember hearing you tell Nathan to go fuck himself as we were leaving.”
The angry retort was on my lips before I could even tell myself that he was joking.
“How about you just mind your own damn business?” I replied sweetly.
Sammy’s lips turned up at the edges as he lifted his palms up in a ‘calm down’ gesture.
I grumbled under my breath and walked to my car. “If you will all so kindly move, I have to get to work.”
They didn’t move fast enough for my liking, so I revved my engine.
As I finally backed out of the driveway, I made sure to give them all a one-fingered salute as I left, causing them all to laugh.
I was smiling as I rolled down the road.
I arrived at work bound and determined to make this a good day, even though I dreaded seeing Eerie’s face.
My mind was a jumble of emotions, first and foremost that despite the ugliness of what Eerie was putting us through, I was fucking happy.
Really, really fucking happy.
I’m talking, I just had sex with Nathan, no longer had my V-card, was going to get to do it again tonight happy—at least if I could talk myself out of my embarrassment.
After our two rounds of hot, mind-shattering sex the night before and all the moving that I’d done once we’d arrived at my place, I was sore.
When Nathan had discovered that my place had been broken into again, it’d prompted us to take way more than we’d intended.
Basically, I was now practically moved in to his place.
That honestly made me so happy that I felt like skipping right into the hospital.
But when I arrived at my floor, I knew that it wasn’t going to be a good day at all.
In fact, seeing as the first person that I saw was Eerie? Yeah, I knew it was going to be shit.
“What’s going on?” I asked Sierra.
Sierra was washing her hands at the sink while looking into the NICU.
I looked in right along with her as Eerie gestured with her hands and practically yelled at Peyton about something.
“They’re moving the baby to a different hospital.” Sierra paused. “Actually, Eerie wants to. And Peyton and the doctor are explaining why that would be a terrible idea. I’ve asked them to stall as long as they can. I had to bring Dr. Atellan on board, though. I’m sorry.”
My heart started to pound, and I pulled out my phone and dialed Nathan, all the while my hands were still soaking wet.
He answered on the fourth ring sounding groggy.
“You need to get here now. Eerie’s trying to move the baby to a different hospital.”
