Page 53 of Fourteen Years

“Okay. Don’t get mad…”

“That’s never a good way to start a sentence.” I said, interjecting, feeling nervous suddenly.

“I just didn’t want you shooting up off the bed before the doctors and nurses were done with you.” he argued, gently. “But, when Lucas and I came in, a nurse stopped us because she thought I was bringing Lucas to the hospital.”

“Was he hurt?” I blurted out, worriedly.

“No…” Trevor’s voice trailed off. “They thought he was here for Becks…”

“WHAT?” I practically yelled. “What’s wrong with Becks?”

“I don’t know, I just know she’s up in labor and delivery.”

“Well, I’m not leaving until I know she’s okay.” I spoke, walking outside the emergency room doors and over to the elevator doors, pushing the button. I fought off a sick feeling at the last time I’d been here, when Becks had been hurt and Paul had been killed. I drew in a shaky breath as Trevor’s arm came around my shoulders pulling me tight against his body, like he was reading my mind.

“I’m right here, Mon,” he whispered.

“I know,” I spoke softly, leaning against him. “I just hate it here.”

He squeezed me gently as we entered the elevator, pressing the floor for labor and delivery. I watched the number three light up as it carried us up, my stomach dropping like it always did in these damn things.

“Becks will be okay” Trevor continued speaking as the doors opened. “Her and the baby will be fine.”

I nodded, leading him out of the elevator and heading towards the nurses’ station.

“Can we help you?” The male nurse looked at us.

“We’re here for Rebecca Marshall.” I spoke, my voice shaky.

“You’re the sister!” he exclaimed, nodding. “Monica?”

I breathed a sigh of relief that Lucas and Becks had put me down as family.

“Right. And this is my husband, Trevor.” I said, nodding.

“Great. I’ll come around to open the door and bring the visitor’s badges. You’ll need to wear them the entire time you’re on this floor and check out when you leave. We like to keep our babies and mommies safe.” he said, disappearing out the back of the station.

“Husband?” Trevor’s voice was low as I spun to face him.

“I know, I’m sorry…”

Then his lips were crashing down on mine, fingers threading through my hair that had long since come down from my ponytail, angling my head to kiss my deeper.

“Oh….ahem…”

I pulled back, blushing, as Trevor’s darkened green eyes stared down at me.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the nurse continued.

“It’s fine. Sorry about that,” Trevor said, still looking at me, “Newlyweds.” he shrugged then, breaking eye contact and smiling at the nurse.

I snorted before I could stop myself, covering my mouth as I laughed.

“You two are adorable. Oh my God.” said the nurse. “Sign me up for a man in uniform.” he joked, opening the door wider with his hip as we stepped through.

Trevor choked, blushing, as I threw my head back and laughed loudly.

“They are a different breed.” I acknowledged.

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