Page 58 of Tainted Blood

“What is it?”

“It seems that you’re probably in early labor as we speak. You’re about five centimeters at present. I want you to stay here for another twenty minutes so we can monitor your pain. If your contractions persist and move closer together, I’d like to admit you. If not, we’ll send you home.” I look up at Ian, wide-eyed.

“It’s okay, my love. We can handle anything. You know what happens.”

“Yes, that’s why I’m frightened, Ian.”

“I’m here for you. If you want them to give you the meds, I’ll have them give it to you when the time is right. I’ll call your parents now.” He takes out his phone and calls my father.

Once he has him on the line, Ian says to me, “Hey, baby. Your daddy wants to talk to you.” He puts it on speaker.

“Hey, Princess. I love you.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I’m extremely proud of you, and I know that you’re going to do well. Even if we don’t get there before you bring my grandson into the world, I’m positive you are in good hands. You have that wonderful husband who would do everything in his power to keep you safe and strong. You got this, my little girl. See you soon.” He blows a kiss into the phone. I blow a kiss back, and then he hangs up.

“We got this.” The pain kicks in again and Ian holds my hand, allowing me to squeeze his.

“It looks like we’re definitely having this baby today,” I say with tears in my eyes.

“Yes, we are. I couldn’t be happier to have one of many babies with an amazing woman like you, my wife.” He presses his lips to mine.

“You should tell your family.”

“I’ll send them a message soon. All that matters is you, Calista. Let me know when you are well.” I press my head to his forearm.

“You are wonderful. I’m so grateful my father set me up with a mafia man.”

“Me too.”

Ian

“Dr. Calista MacNamara, you have a call on line one.” She picks up the call from the nurses’ station with her large belly in the way. I watch her from my vantage point, stalking her like the possessive psycho husband that I am. She can’t get rid of me no matter how much she tries. Hell, I’ll buy the damn hospital just to keep tabs on her. Her safety is my utmost priority.

“Mrs. MacNamara, it seems you’ve been on your feet too damn long. You were supposed to leave twenty minutes ago,” I growl on the other end of the line.

“Yes, well, it seems there is a beast of a husband who delayed my day when he extended my lunch hour.” I recall having given her a special treat. I had tried to ease her body with a foot massage that turned into eating her pussy twice.

“Sorry,” I say, even if I don’t mean it and would do it again. In fact, it’s penciled in my calendar for tomorrow.

“Your son is waiting for you.”

“Is it really our son who is waiting for me? Or is it my husband who is standing in the corridor off the surgical exit.”

“How did you…?”

“Darling, you’re not the only one who can play this game. I just clocked out. Now I’m hanging up.” She clicks the receiver into place and smiles at the nurse and then shakes her head. I grumble to myself about how she always smiles at others. I am an obsessed husband, without a doubt. Maybe it’s crazy, but after losing her for months and then nearly losing her to my former father’s deadly hatred, I can’t ever lose her again. It would kill me.

“Ah, there you are. My most precious love.”

“Where is our son?”

“He’s with his cousins. They are all hanging out. We have plenty of time alone today. I want to spoil you before baby number two arrives. What do you want to do? A bath, a nap, a massage?” I ask, standing behind her and rubbing her shoulders.

She sighs and moans, “God, you know me so well.”

“You packed a bag for me?” she asks after looking in the back seat. We head out to the Hilton near the hospital because I want her to enjoy a massive hotel away from everything. We can just spend time relaxing for the weekend.

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