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I have to take some responsibility for that. Not only did her husband turn on her, I did as well.
Fuck.
Cat stands and rubs my back. “I know, Cash…this whole thing is horrible.”
“I just want her to know I’m here if she wants me…and…that’s my baby back there, Cat. I need them to be okay.”
Cat rubs my back and gives a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll go find a nurse and see if they can check on Grace, see if she wants anyone with her, okay?”
I nod and she disappears.
It feels like hours pass before a nurse summons us. “Are you here with Grace Kensington?” she asks. Both Cat and I jump up while Frank stands a bit slower.
“Yes, how is she?” I ask as Cat grabs my hand, her fingers linking with my own and squeezing tightly.
We’re met with a smile. “She’s okay. The doctor finished her exam and she’s just getting dressed.”
I blow out a reserved breath. “What was wrong?”
She shakes her head. “Can’t share that, but she should be out soon.”
I would like to note that I should be up for a freaking Oscar. The way that I have outwardly maintained my cool, not reached across the desk and demanded they let me into Grace’s room, and gritted my teeth in an almost smile is impressive at this point.
That all goes out the window when Hanson runs into the emergency corridor demanding information on Grace. “Is she okay? What’s going on? Why are you all just standing here?”
Cat drops my hand and grabs her fiancé’s, attempting to calm him down. “She’s just finishing up. They said she’s okay.”
Hanson’s shoulders sag in relief. It is at that moment that I realize he’s not a threat. There is nothing wrong with more people caring about Grace. He cares about her and her well-being. Why should that make me angry? He’s clearly with my sister and considers Grace a friend.
See, Oscar worthy performance. Even in my head I’m convincing.
“Your brother gonna show up next?” I scoff.
So much for that award.
Hanson’s eyes crease as he looks at me, but Cat steers him away before he can reply. Probably a good thing to keep us separated. My nerves are about shot, and I have no idea why I’m asking about Hayden. He’s the last person I should be thinking about. But I can’t help but wonder if he still means something to Grace. If he’s still in the picture. If he is, why didn’t Grace call him? Why did she call Cat?
And why didn’t she call me?
Grace appears from the double doors, and I swear my breath stops. I hold it until she’s standing before me, eyes low and head hanging. “Thanks for waiting for me. Do you mind giving me a ride home?” she asks quietly.
I ball my fists trying to keep myself from shaking her.
Talk to me. Tell me what the fuck is going on. Let me in!
“Grace, what did the doctor say?” I ask, trying to maintain my calm.
Grace looks up, but her eyes remain unfocused. “Just some cramps and bleeding. Nothing abnormal. I’m going to monitor it and if it gets worse, I’ll call again. They said it could be completely normal and nothing seems out of the ordinary.” Her eyes water, and I want to take her into my arms and soothe her, but I’m afraid that’s not what she wants.
“Why are you crying, Angel?” I ask, brushing the tear from her face with my thumb.
Fuck keeping my hands to myself. I need to touch her. I want to scoop her up into my arms and cradle them both. I want to put them in a damn bubble and not let them out of my sight until Grace gives birth—hell, even that won’t be long enough. This feeling in my chest, the one that makes it hurt to even breathe, will probably only get worse when the kid is on the outside. But my touch only makes her crumble, and I immediately regret my selfishness.
Through streams of tears, she speaks, “I’m just embarrassed. ” She blows out a breath and finally meets my gaze. “I’m fine and I made you all rush around and then waste your entire Sunday all because I was scared.”
Unable to stop myself, I pull her against my chest as I rub circles on her back. “Gracie, we were scared too. No one wasted the day. We had you checked out and now we know you and our baby are okay…” I hesitate. “The baby’s okay, right?”
She smiles and bobs her chin up and down. “Yes, the baby’s heartrate sounded good, and all indications are everything is fine.”
