Page 36 of Our Little Wedding

I got up and began walking down to the bedroom; halfway down the hall I heard Ainsley scream. I took off, shoving thebedroom door open, and ran into our ensuite to find Ainsley sitting on the bathroom floor, naked. Her legs and hand covered in blood.

“Spencer,” she cried, looking down at her hand, then her legs. “I…I…I…don’t know what is wrong.”

Immediately, I dropped to my knees and grabbed the towel off the edge of the tub, wiping her hand. I reached and grabbed the towel that hung on the towel rack and covered her legs and pulled my cell phone from my pocket immediately dialing the emergency line.

Her body shook as she leaned against me, listening as I made the emergency call. I held her close, waiting for what seemed to take forever for the ambulance to arrive.

I’d been waiting in this damn waiting room for over two hours and had heard nothing. I paced back and forth frantically. I was just about to sit down when a nurse walked by the room.

“Excuse me,” I called, and then repeated, “Excuse me.”

“Sir?” She came back into view.

“I’m here with Ainsley Matthews. Has there been any updates?” I questioned.

“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know. I’m not looking after anyone by that name. I can check with the nurses’ station and find out for you if you like.”

I could feel my heart beating in my ears and nodded. “Thank you.”

The nurse turned around and went back the way she came. I took a seat on the couch and picked up a magazine off thetable, flipping through it, barely seeing anything. They’d taken her from the paramedics the second I’d walked through the emergency room doors. I didn’t even have time to say anything to her, to let her know I was here, nothing. They just whisked her off as she lay on the stretcher, clutching her body, crying in pain.

I’d sent a message to Carly a little over an hour ago and still had heard nothing from her. I dropped the magazine on the table just as the nurse returned to the doorway.

“I’m sorry, sir. There have been no updates yet,” the nurse said quietly and continued to walk down the hall.

I felt helpless, completely powerless at this moment. I always had control. I wasn’t used to this. I leaned back in the chair and stared at the wall when I heard my name quietly called from behind me. I turned and looked over my shoulder to see Carly, Jon, and Jane standing together. Sadness lined all their faces, along with worry.

“How is she?” Carly questioned.

My eyes travelled from her to Jane and then to Jon, who looked more worried than any of them combined.

“I… I don’t know. I haven’t heard a thing,” I said, the first tear escaping from my eyes. I covered my mouth and turned my back. I just needed a minute to calm myself and take everything in that had happened in the past few hours. I never cried, but when I felt a small hand on my shoulder and turned around to see Carly standing there, her eyes full of tears, my own tears fell.

She wrapped her arms around me, and we stood there, the pair of us crying. “I just love her so fucking much,” I whispered, feeling as if my heart were being ripped from my chest. “I don’t know what I’ll do if she isn’t okay.”

“She is going to be fine. Don’t talk like that. She is going to be fine,” Carly cried.

I pulled away from her and saw Jon and Jane standing in the same spot they had been. Jon had his arm around Jane, and theyboth had tears in their eyes. Carly guided me over to a chair, and the four of us sat down together.

We talked for a while, going over what happened, each of them listening, and then I heard my name called. I turned to see Doctor Pines standing in the doorway. “Spencer, can I see you please?”

Carly softly smiled and nodded at me. “Go… we’ll be here.”

I looked at Jon; he nodded as I got up from my chair, feeling the weight of everything on my shoulders.

“We’ll be here, Spencer,” Carly called out again, reassuring me they weren’t going anywhere.

I turned and looked at her over my shoulder. “Thank you.”

I walked over to where Doctor Pines stood. “Walk with me,” she said.

We began walking down the hall toward a bank of rooms and stopped at the first one where I could see Ainsley lying in the bed sleeping. “She’s been asking for you.”

I swallowed hard; I wanted to know what had happened, but I was afraid to ask. I was afraid to hear the answer, because somehow, I already knew the truth. Instead, I just stood there watching her.

“Do you want to know?” she asked. “Or would you prefer I let Ainsley tell you?”

“Is the baby… okay?” I questioned, the words getting stuck in my throat. I needed to be prepared in case the outcome wasn’t good. I needed to be prepared to be strong for Ainsley.

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