Page 26 of Entwined Hearts
The phone rang, and just like I knew he would, he answered before the first ring could even finish. “Savannah?”
“Weston,” I whispered, my voice cracking. Anna cried out, another contraction hitting her.
“What’s wrong? Where are you?” His voice was urgent, bordering on panicked.
I licked my lips. “Anna. She’s…she’s in labor. We’ve all been drinking and can’t drive her. Nobody is answering their phones.”
“Fuck. Okay. We’re at the Bull Pen, so they probably didn’t hear their phones. Don’t worry, Sav. We’re coming, okay?”
“Okay,” I rasped, nodding even though he couldn’t see it. “Please hurry.”
“I will. Sit tight for me,” he said and hung up.
I pulled the phone from my ear, staring at it. “They’re on their way. He said they were at the Bull Pen, so it was loud and they didn’t hear their phones.”
“I’m gonna kill Joseph,” Anna groaned, white knuckling the cushions.
Not even ten minutes later, the guys were here. Joseph carried Anna out to the car, Claire and Beau not far behind with their hospital bags. Colt grabbed Brittany, Delilah, and Tess.
But I was locked in some kind of trance. I didn’t understand it. I couldn’t get myself to move, to leave with everyone else. Maybe it was the alcohol, or how fast things escalated with Anna, or the fact that I was pretty sure, after talking to the girls, that I never stopped loving Weston. Whatever it was, I was glued to the couch.
Weston knelt in front of me. “Savannah?” his voice was soft, gentle.
I blinked slowly. “Huh?”
“We gotta go meet this baby.” His eyes were so blue, so warm as he looked at me.
“The baby?”
He smiled. “Yes, the baby. She’s coming, Sav. You called me, remember?” He looked around the trashed room and chuckled to himself. “Or maybe you don’t. Anna’s sangria had me thinking I was Spiderman and could climb the walls once.”
“You answered,” I whispered. I couldn’t believe it. After all this time, he still answered on the first ring, even on a guy’s night, unlike the guy I had been with for two years, who would’ve let it go to voicemail.
Weston’s eyes searched mine, his head tilting over whatever he saw in them. “Of course I did.”
“You’ve always answered.”
He caressed the side of my face with his good hand. His touch was tender, reverent. “And I always will, angel. Now let’s go. Beau and Claire are waiting for us.”
I didn’t know where I stood with him or how to untangle my feelings for him, but I knew he’d always come for me, always be there no matter what.
So I nodded and took his hand as he led me out the door and to Beau’s truck.
9
Weston
Stabbing pain in my left shoulder nearly stole my breath as I pulled the resistance band away from my physical therapist, Matt. He was fresh out of school and too damn happy. And while I was normally upbeat like him, today, it was pissing me off.
“You’re doing great, Weston.”
“I’m doingshit,” I grunted through the pain. Why was this so fucking hard? I used to hold on to bucking bulls with this hand, and now I couldn’t even yank on a giant rubber band. And this was just the assessment. “Why am I so weak?”
“You just had surgery three weeks ago, and your body is still healing. Give it time. Your strength will come back. I promise.”
I let go of the resistance band, making Matt stagger back a little. “I don’t have time,” I told him. “I need to get back to work.”
Matt let out a long breath and sat beside me on the bench. He looked over his paperwork. “Based on where you’re at with these exercises, that’s not gonna happen for at least another three months,” he said. “That could change depending on how you progress. But right now, you’re at three months of downtime.”
