Page 103 of I Loved You First

Leo sighed. “I’m sorry this is so hard.”

“Thank you.”

He hooked his arm around her shoulders. “After we pull off this wedding, we’re booking a spa day—and I mean the works. Pampering, relaxation, and several glasses of champagne are just what you need.”

She nodded. “That sounds nice.” But her face crumpled as she started to cry again.

“Fi, honey, what’s going on?”

She wiped at her cheeks again. “I think my fibroids are back.”

Leo frowned. “The heavy periods again?”

She shook her head, relieved to confess her latest worry to one of her very best friends. “No. I haven’t had a period at all.”

She more adamantly shook her head when hope filled Leo’s blue eyes. “We both know I’m not pregnant. You were sitting right next to me when Dr. Miller told me about the sad state of my fallopian tubes.”

“Yeah,” Leo said with a sigh.

“This is exactly how it started the first time. No period for weeks and then wham, I’m practically hemorrhaging.”

Concern furrowed his brow. “That was a scary time.”

She nodded. “Something’s off. I can feel that something’s not right.”

Leo pulled her against him. “You need to call Dr. Miller.”

She nodded again as she sniffled. “I did. I have an appointment Thursday morning, but I’m afraid.”

“Of course you are, honey. Every bit of that experience was traumatic. But Felix and I are going to be here for you every step of the way.”

She nuzzled closer, treasuring his support. “What if Dr. Miller starts talking about a hysterectomy? What if she tells me babies aren’t a possibility at all this time?”

Leo sighed. “Let’s grab your stuff. You’re coming home with me. I’m going to text Felix and tell him to cook us a late dinner—something full of comfort and calories. Then the three of us are piling into bed and watching sappy movies until we fall asleep.”

She nodded, loving the idea of not spending another night alone. “Okay.”

Leo stood, holding out his hand to her, helping her gain her feet. “I’ll meet you at the elevators.”

“All right.” Quickly grabbing her laptop and cell phone, she shoved them in her bag before she shut off her light and started down the hall.

She needed this night with her good friends. Calorie-laden food and angsty movies did nothing to solve her gynecological issues, and they certainly wouldn’t help her get over Cam, but it was a start.

She smiled as she met Leo by the elevators. “Thank you for this, Leo.”

He hit the down arrow. “When you can’t button your pants in the morning, I’ll remind you that you said that.”

She grinned as the doors opened. “I’m sure Simone won’t mind if we show up for our meetings in sweatpants. It’s not like any of this is for the governor’s daughter’s wedding.”

Leo huffed out a laugh as they stepped into the car. “Yes, she’ll definitely go for that. Maybe we’ll start a trend, and she’ll institute sweatpants Tuesdays.”

Fiona laughed as the doors closed, hooking her arm around Leo’s waist, adoring that her friend knew how to make her feel better.

twenty-seven

Cam clenched his jaw as he hammered another finishing nail into a long-ass piece of baseboard. He’d been at it for hours, single-handedly tackling the perimeter of all twelve hundred square feet on his hands and knees. Using his nail gun certainly would have been easier, but pounding nails into the walls felt really damn good.

His head whipped up when someone turned down the ear-splitting music he’d flipped on when he walked onto the building site early this morning. “Who’s fucking with my tunes?”