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2:40 AM.
My heart pounds. He left just after eleven; shouldn't he be back by now?
I sit up in bed, wrapping the sheets around my chest as I run my hand through my hair. Worry hits me hard, and the sick feeling I had yesterday comes back as I grab my phone.
No missed messages or calls. I should call him. But he's meeting with his dad….
No…nope, I'll give it another half an hour. I'm sure they are finally just hashing things out. At least, I hope he is. They need to get everything out on the table, so to speak. His dad needs to understand what was happening all those years, while he was ignoring his responsibilities as a father. He needs to see what that horrible woman and his club brothers were doing behind his back, and why his son resents him.
I place my phone back on the nightstand and lie back down, adamant about getting a few more hours of sleep. I try not to worry despite the intensifying unease, but when my phone rings, I smile, thinking it's my husband.
I roll over and grab it but furrow my brows when I see its Cannon ,and quickly answer it.
"Cannon?"
He clears his throat and rasps, "I need you to get dressed and head to the hospital." I instantly freeze as he continues. "Obviously, only a few know about you and him, so I thought I'd better call. He's been run off the road, darling."
My breath leaves me, as my tears start to fall, and suddenly, I'm seventeen again, and my life is being turned upside down.
"Violet, breathe for me darling, he's okay, I promise you he is okay."
I let out a sob at his words before I hang up and jump out of bed. I grab one of Jayden's shirts and a pair of leggings from the walk-in closet, and quickly dress before running downstairs and out to my pickup, knowing the keys are still in it from last night.
I let out another sob as I jump in my pickup before spinning out of the driveway, my heart in my throat.
Twenty minutes later, I'm rushing into the E.R., bumping into a nurse who looks like the next Barbie. She raises her brow at me and asks rudely, "Can I help you?"
My nostrils flare at her attitude, and I snap, "Yeah, you can tell me where my husband is, and then you can explain why I didn't get a phone call when he was admitted."
Her eyes widen at my tone, obviously thinking I was some meek woman, before she stutters, "Who, uh, who is your husband?"
I narrow my eyes at her, knowing she took one look at Jayden's cut and called Doc. I growl, "Jayden Rodriguez, also known as Tats."
Her eyes widen in shock. "I-I, you're not down as next of kin."
I sneer at her, making her wince, and I state, "Why don't you go and check his chart then, because I can guarantee I am, and have been for years!"
She finches before clearing her throat. "I, uh, I'm sorry. I saw the cut and thought?—"
I cut her off. "You thought wrong! Now, where is my husband?"
She flinches again before pointing to the cubicle on my right, stuttering, "D-Doc and Tats' father are with him."
I internally wince but nod before she takes a step back, and my heart pounds.
How can I stay out here knowing he's in there injured?
But he wants our relationship to stay in the shadows….
A sob works its way up my throat, my body itching to see him, my mind drowning in memories of my parents.
This is why I didn't want a relationship. Everyone I love always leaves.
I start to pace, my hand going to my belly, my baby coming to mind as my tears fall.
I shake my head, muttering, "Fuck it," and storm forward. I move the curtain and freeze. I ignore his dad and Doc, my eyes taking in the road burns on his arms and side, and a sob releases, my hand pressing against my belly.
He’s awake.
