Page 98 of Need You To Choose Me

“Now, I wouldn’t take it that far…”

My words trail off as I hear loud shouting.

“Walker?”

“Wait…”

I listen intently as the yelling continues—a voice that sounds a lot like Daniel’s.

What the?—

“I have to go, Hill. Send me the details, and we’ll talk later.”

“Fine. This isn’t o?—”

I hit the end button before he can finish. Sliding the phone in my pocket, I leave the room and run down the stairs, just in time to hear Daniel shout, “Just because Dad fucked you doesn’tmake you anything to us, so don’t you dare act like you are our mother. Because you’re not. If I were you, I wouldn’t get cozy because he’ll get sick of you and dump you before you know it. He’s?—”

My heart is beating wildly inside my chest as I get to the front door. The color drains from Savannah’s face, and she sways on her feet.

From the corner of my eye, I see the look of surprise and shock on my sons’ faces, but right now, all my attention is on the woman in front of me. Her hands are on her belly as if she’s trying to protect our baby even now as her body is swaying.

“Savannah!” I yell as I start running like my life depends on it. In a way, it does. Only a few steps separate us, but it feels like she’s miles away.

My heart is stuck in my throat until my arms finally wrap around her at the very last second. As gently as possible, I lower her body to the ground and push her hair out of her face. Her skin is impossibly pale, and sweat coats her face, making her hair stick to it.

“Blondie, open your eyes,” I urge, my thumb skimming over her cheek. Her chest is rising and falling slowly. Wrapping my palms around her wrist, I press the tips of my fingers against her pulse, only to be greeted with an erratic heartbeat.Fuck.“C’mon, baby, don’t do this to me. Open those pretty blue eyes for me, Blondie.”

This can’t be happening.

She has to be okay.

They both have to.

“D-daddy, wh-what is going on?” Levi’s stuttering voice breaks through the ringing in my ears. I look up and find him standing next to me, his face pale, eyes wide. “Is Sav okay? Why is she not waking up?”

“I don’t know, buddy,” I admit honestly, returning my attention to Savannah, who’s still not moving. I scan her body, looking for any obvious injury or bleeding, but there is none. That has to be good, right?

“It’s all your fault!” Levi yells at Daniel.

“I didn’t do anything!” Daniel defends.

“She was worried about you, and you pushed her away!”

“I-I…” I turn around just to see fear creep on my older son’s face as he glances at the woman on the floor. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, those gray eyes turning to me. “I didn’t mean to. I just wanted her to leave us alone. I never wanted for any of this to happen. Dad, I…” With each word, the panic in his voice becomes more evident.

“Hey, it’s fine. It was an accident. She’s going to be fine.”

She has to be fine.

Sliding my hands under Savannah’s body, I lift her into my arms as I start for my truck.

“Open the door. I’m taking her to the hospital.”

Daniel runs in front of me and opens the passenger’s side door before giving me space to put Savannah onto the seat. I slide her body down as gently as possible, doing my best to strap her in place as I adjust the seat so she’s lying down. Once secure, I skim my palm over her cheek, the knot in my throat growing tighter with each second her eyes stay firmly shut. “You’re going to be okay. You hear me? You’re going to be okay.”

I didn’t accept anything else as an option.

Savannah and our baby had to be fine.

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