Page 158 of Pucking Rebound

Is she okay?

What’s wrong with the baby?

Our baby?

Eyes closed, lying on the hospital bed, she looks so peaceful, I don’t want to wake her, but I can’t wait any longer.

“Lola,” I whisper.

Her eyes shutter open, then widen when she sees me.

She moves herself up the bed to a sitting position. “Jordan.”

“Please tell me everything is okay.” My mind reels with questions, my fear palpable.

“You know?” Her face is etched with concern.

“I was there when Kali told Wade.”

Her expression stills and grows serious before she admits, “I promise, I never missed a day when taking my pill but the OB-GYN told me nine out of one hundred women fall pregnant on the pill.” She bites her bottom lip, which is something she does when she’s worried. “The doctor assured me that the two alcoholic drinks I had over the holidays wouldn’t harm the baby. I would never have had any if I had known, you have to believe me, Jordan.” Her voice sounds pained.

“I know how careful you are, Lola. You don’t have to explain.”

“This is not how I wanted you to find out about the baby.”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

Lower than a whisper, she replies, “When I asked you at the wedding if we could meet up to talk, that’s why. I planned on telling you after my ultrasound, which is at the end of next week.”

Fuck.

And I pushed her away and told her in a roundabout way to go fuck herself.

What a jerk.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away, Lola.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Are you okay?” I’m about three heartbeats away from having a fucking heart attack.

“I’m fine. I've just been doing too much. I’m on complete bed rest.”

“And the baby?”Please let the baby be okay.

“Healthy. Thriving.” She cups her stomach that’s still flat. “I wish you were here for the ultrasound they did earlier to check everything was okay.”

Me too.

“Kali said you were bleeding.” I walk tentatively to her bedside when all I really want to do is run to her and kiss her until I can’t breathe, and celebrate the fact we are having a baby together.

Holy shit. This might be the best day of my life.

“It’s all normal, as is the cramping I had too.” Her dimples appear when she shoots me a small smile.

“Cramping?”Fuck, I don’t like the sound of that.

“Mm hm. And lower back pain. The doctor said it’s common. Everything is fine. We’re fine.” Lola takes my hand and places it on her stomach and it might be the best moment of my life. “We’re having a baby, Jordan.”

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