Page 98 of Tattered Souls
We also left the very next day, and headed up to the mountains, just as I promised her.
Yes, we ended up getting snowed in and spent New Year’s naked in front of the fireplace.
It had been worth it. So freaking worth it.
What wasn’t worth it, however, was when she cried as we took the Christmas decorations down on January third.
Like the man I was, who was a sucker for this woman, I offered to leave them up year-round.
She had shaken her head and said no. That it wouldn’t be special if we did that.
Seven Months Later
“What the fuck do you mean?” I growled at the doctor.
“The baby isn’t in the correct position. It was when you had your last scan, but the baby has turned around again. We are going to have to deliver via c-section.”
I felt Tatum squeeze my hand.
And that was when I nodded.
I was led to a room, and given a blue gown, a cap, and blue things to go over my boots.
Then I was in the operating room and sat down beside Tatum’s head, which was blocked by a blue sheet.
Pressing a kiss on her forehead, I whispered, “It’s going to be alright. I love you.”
She smiled, and then winced, “I love you, too.”
Then the doctor got to work.
And just as I heard the baby crying.... things went to hell.
Literally.
Monitors started beeping.
The doctor started shouting.
Bleeding internally.
Tatum’s tear-streaked face was looking at me.
Those sable eyes of hers... I thought seeing the fear and pain in her gaze that fateful day had ruined me.
But this look.
This terrified look... it ripped my heart right out of my chest.
Next thing I knew, a nurse was shoving me out of the room.
And before I realized it, the doors locked behind me.
I stood there and stared in the little window as a doctor and nurse fussed over my baby.
I didn’t even know if it was a boy or a girl.
Needing someone, I brought my phone out, and scrolled, then I pressed dial.
