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“You… shit. I’m texting Greg, little one. He’ll make sure someone is waiting for you when we go in. It’ll probably be some kind of creepy military hospital, though,” he jokes to make me smile.
Hissing as I feel another painful pull, I say, “I’m worried, Orion. This doesn’t feel right. I feel really dumb thinking I could still go to class.”
Tori points at other women who are further along than I am. “Your class was a non-contact martial arts class, anyway. You shouldn’t have been kicked, and your instructor is a dick,” she says angrily.
“Just my luck, I swear, I’m just going to stay home and live in my bubble,” I grumble.
“Lennon?”Orion asks, and I wince. I almost forgot he was still on the phone.
“I’m here, I promise,” I respond, rubbing my stomach.
“Greg’s in the car already, and I have the address of the hospital. It’s secure, and you’ll be safe there. I’ll meet you there with the guys, okay? I love you, and we’ll get through this,” he assures me.
I love how he put that, there’s no shameless platitudes, just the agreement that we’ll make it through.
“I love you too,” I whisper, hanging up the phone.
“Let’s get your shoes on, and meet Greg outside,” Tori coaxes me and I nod.
Bending is painful, and I shove my feet in without socks, breathing shallowly as I leave the gym with Tori.
“Wait!” someone yells, and I look over my shoulder.
The instructor whose name I can’t remember hurries after me, grabbing my arm and turning me.
“Where the hell are you going? I need to know you won’t file a report, kicking you in the stomach wouldn't typically cause this much of an issue,” he says, his fingers digging into my skin.
Wincing, I struggle to focus on his words. “Do you kick a lot of people under the guise of instruction? Tori says your class is a low impact, no contact class, so why are you kicking people regularly? Particularly a pregnant one?”
Greg didn’t sign me in under my real name, so I’m not worried about anyone making a connection to who I am. With my hair being blonde now, it’s harder to figure out I’m the lead singer forThe Darkest Nights.
“You’re… bullshit!” he roars, getting in my face. “I will not have you cost me my job. I’m really fucking—”
I’m going to have a bruise on my arm, and twist myself out of his grasp. He’s barefoot still, so I stomp on his foot hard, waiting for him to hunch forward before grabbing his hair so his nose can meet my knee. Pushing him away, I turn towards the manager who is hurrying my way.
“Please dissolve my membership,” I tell him primly. “You may also want to take a closer look at your instructors. This one is an asshole.”
Greg walks in, breathing heavily. Parking isn’t the best, and he must have struggled to find a spot. “You make friends everywhere, don’t you?” he asks, staring at the man who is holding only his nose, bleeding everywhere.
The adrenaline is fading, and I whimper as the pain takes over. “Hospital, now,” I whisper.
The drive is a blur. Once we arrive, I’m put into a wheelchair, and rushed into a room. There’s an uncomfortable wetness between my legs and I feel a stab of fear. I don’t know how I feel about this baby, yet I whisper words of encouragement to the little person inside of me.
Please, please be okay. Mommy’s here.
A doctor walks in, greeting me with a tight smile as I carefully get on the bed.
“Okay, I’m Doctor Zane. I understand you’re pregnant, do you know how far along you are?” she asks.
Blinking my tears of pain and fear away, I try to think. “I think… maybe eight weeks? I’m not really sure,” I explain. “I only found out a couple of days ago when I took a pregnancy test.”
“Ah, okay then. I want to see how the baby is, are you feeling any discomfort?” Dr. Zane asks.
“I was feeling a sharp pulling sensation, but it’s starting to go away. I was kicked in the stomach, and I’m worried about the baby,” I tell her, swallowing around the knot in my throat.
“I want to do a transvaginal ultrasound,” she explains, glancing at Greg and Tori. “I’ll ask for some privacy to get her set up, and then you can come back in if you’d like?”
Greg grunts in agreement, looking down at his phone. “I’m going to meet the guys and get them up to speed,” he tells me. “I’ll be right back.”
