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“Undefeated.” I push some hair off his forehead, and he leans into my touch, smiling.
“Yeah.”
“The guys are having a party?”
“Yeah. I need to go for a little bit. But after…” Holden shifts, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He squints at the screen, then answers. “Sydney?” Instantly, his face turns serious. “Yeah, of course. Yeah. Okay. Yeah.” He hangs up. “Sydney’s in labor.”
“What?” I pull my phone out, only to discover the screen is black. And remember that it’s dead.
“We gotta go.”
I nod, sliding off his lap and buckling my seatbelt.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
HOLDEN
Ipace the length of the hall, glance at the closed door, then start pacing again.
“Sit down,” Cassia tells me. “You’re stressing me out.”
I take a seat in the hard chair next to her, my knee bouncing wildly. “Why is it taking so long?”
“She’s pushing a person out, Holden. It’s not exactly an easy, speedy process.”
“Right,” I mumble, sinking back in my chair.
Harrison is sitting across from us, looking more serious than I’ve ever seen him. He was already here when we arrived.
Sydney called him first, and I’m glad.
Another hour passes, with no news.
I slump deeper in the chair, exhausted despite the uncomfortable seating. Weeks of nonstop practice. The rush of winning. Finally getting to deck Dennis. Worry about Sydney.
I’m emotionally drained.
“Holden?”
I open my eyes to see Dr. Meyers standing in front of me.
His expression is grave as he stares at me, slumped and half-asleep.
There’s a sudden, sinking sensation in my stomach, some part of me knowing what he’s here to tell me before I hear the words.
He glances at Cassia, offering her a warm smile. Her expression is as concerned as mine, glancing between me and him. Probably wondering if he’s one of Sydney’s doctors.
I wish he was.
“Could I talk to you down the hall?” Dr. Meyers asks.
Cassia grabs my hand, squeezes it, then lets it go.
I nod and stand, my cramped, tired muscles protesting the movement. Then follow Dr. Meyers down the sterile hallway to the end.
“I heard your sister was admitted. She’s still in labor?”
“Yeah.” I clear my throat, my voice ragged and raw. “Uh, yeah. As far as we know.”
