Page 58 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
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Emily
“Puck.”
I clutch at his arm as soon as I open my eyes. I am so relieved to see that I didn’t dream it up last night when I found myself back in my room at dad’s house.
“I’m here, babe,” he pushes the hair out of my eyes, then places a gentle kiss on my head.
“I’m so glad you’re here. That you’re real,” I whisper.
He wraps an arm around me and brings me closer to his body, rubbing a large hand up and down my back. The move is so soothing, I almost want to fall back asleep.
“We need to take you to the hospital,” Puck whispers against my hair.
I sit up in bed so abruptly, I almost hit Puck in the chin.
“The baby,” I yell out. “They hurt the baby!”
I struggle out of his hold as I attempt to get out of bed.
“Em, stop!”
Puck’s arms come around my shoulders, and he holds me in place, but my panic takes over. The adrenaline is making me stronger than I normally am, and he struggles to keep a good hold on me.
“Fucking stop,” he growls into my face when he throws me onto my back on the bed. “The baby is fine. It’s just a precaution. We need to be sure.”
I stare at him, my eyes going everywhere all at once.
“The baby is fine,” Puck repeats, “and you are, too. But we need to get both of you checked out.”
My breathing is erratic when I talk.
“Okay, that’s good. I’m okay. The baby is okay.”
“I’m going to get off you now, okay?” Pucks gives me a tentative smile right before he attempts to move.
“No.” I wrap my arms and legs around him and refuse to let go. “I need you to hold me.” I then proceed to cry. It feels cathartic to do it.
Puck doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just holds himself up over me, so careful not to crush me. His consideration causes another wave of grief to wash over me.
“Shh, you’re okay, babe,” he whispers into my ear, over and over again, his mouth placing soft kisses up and down my throat and across my collarbone.
“I love you so much,” I whimper. “I’m so sorry this is happening to us. I’m sorry about the situation with the baby.”
He is off me in a flash.
“Do not ever apologize for this baby,” he growls into my face. “This baby has no fault for what it’s happening to anyone.”
“I know,” I continue crying. “I’m scared, and I feel guilty that I didn’t think I’d want him at first. But now I do,” I cry harder. “What if I lose him?”
“You think it’s a boy?” he grins at me. I know he is doing it to distract me, but I love how excited he is at the prospect.
“You called the baby ahebefore,” I remind him softly, running a finger up and down his nose and in between his eyes. “It kind of stuck.”
“I would be happy with a girl, too,” he murmurs against my lips. “I would be happy with any little human that came out of you.”
“I love you, Puck.”
