I’ll admit that gave me a bit more air, but I’m still feeling uneven. Maybe we’ll sit down soon.
Jett looks around. “Speaking of Callie and Will, where are they?”
“Doing it in one of the closets at the stadium,” Beck says as he and Jensen pop up beside me.
Adam mumbles a curse. “You could’ve just said they’ll be on their way soon.”
Jett laughs. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Thank you…” Beck starts, but everything else dies off with this ringing in my ears. Maybe it’s a headache coming on.
I can see Jensen stepping around Beck toward me, but it’s a little blurry. Shit, I do not feel good.
“Hey,” she says softly as her hand touches my arm. “Will you come sit down with me?”
“Yeah, that’d be great,” I mumble. “I could use some water, too.”
“Mia, you okay?” I can hear the concern in Adam’s voice. This is precisely what I didn’t want.
“I’m fine, I’m just going to go sit down for a second.” Not one part of my tone is very convincing, but that’s probably a good thing, because with my first step I see stars and with my second, it’s lights out.
“Adam, I think this is going a bit overboard.” I roll my eyes from the IV in my arm to the burly man sitting in the chair at my side.
I’m already mortified that I passed out, and being the man Adam is, he insisted I come to the emergency room to get checked out, despite how much effort he put into the party. Callie hadn’t even made it there yet, but that overprotective teddy bear side of him would not let it go.
He huffs, leaning back in his seat. “You passed out, Mia.”
I want to cringe at the memory. “Thanks for the reminder. Will you please go back to your sister’s engagement party now?”
“Nope. I’m here as long as you’re here.”
“Adam.”
“Mia.”
“Miss Wright,” a different man’s voice calls before pushing back the curtain. “I’m Doctor Bell. It seems we had a little fainting spell this evening.”
Yeah, and replaying it in my mind is not helping. “Yes, I had a pretty busy day and didn’t eat or drink much.”
Dr. Bell looks over the papers in his hand again. “Yeah, that’ll do it. We’re going to need you to stay on top of that moving forward.” He looks me right in my eyes. “It seems congratulations are in order. You’re expecting.”
I blink as the words process, and Adam stiffens beside me. Laughing is my next logical response, because what the hell. “Expecting? Expecting what?”
I wait for him to tell me anything other than the words I don’t want to hear. “A baby, Miss Wright. You’re pregnant.”
Another laugh. “No, no, no. I’m not pregnant. I’m just dehydrated and didn’t eat enough today. The test is wrong.”
Dr. Bell looks from me to Adam, like he’ll correct me or something. I get that I could have said the last line a little nicer, but panic is starting to creep in.
He lets out an annoyed sigh when it doesn’t seem like either of us is going to accept that news. “I don’t believe that’s the case. However, if you tell me when your last?—”
“I start tomorrow. My cycle has been like clockwork for the last decade. I’m sure all of this lightheadedness is simply a mixture of that and not eating. There’s just no way I’m pregnant.” I say it so strongly and confidently that I actually believe myself…but the doctor just stares at me like I’m crazy.
Which I’m not. There’s simply no way. I would know if I was pregnant, right? I mean, we’ve used condoms every time.
“Do another test, please,” I say, adding a sweet smile despite the growing annoyance radiating off him.
“Miss—” Dr. Bell starts, but Adam cuts him off.
