I yanked myself away from him, pissed off. Fine. I would let it go, but I was going to ride up there as soon as he left. I would be damned if he left me here. I fucking refused to let him go up there by himself.
* * *
I stoodoutside by Cole’s bike as he mounted it. He leaned over and kissed my stomach and then rubbed my belly. “I’ll see you when I get back, alright?”
I nodded. He kissed me, pulling me against him. When he pulled back, he leaned down and kissed my belly again. “Take care of our baby, will you?” he asked me.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course,” I told him.
I stepped back as he started his bike. I so badly wanted to say ‘I love you’, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know if he felt the same way, and I wouldn’t risk having him run away on me. “Take care!” I shouted over his bike.
He nodded at me and pulled out. The rest of the crew fell in line behind him. I walked back into the clubhouse to go start packing my bag.
I wasn’t going to let him be up there by himself. I was his Vice President and the mother of his child. He had another thing coming for him if he thought that I was staying behind.
* * *
I was aboutto carry my bag out to my bike when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I gasped, dropping my bag onto the floor of the hallway. I leaned against the wall, wrapping my arms around my stomach. I felt another one almost instantly, and tears filled my eyes. “Someone help me!” I shouted desperately.
Fuck, something was wrong.
Brian came running down the hall. “What’s wrong?” he asked me frantically. “Is it the baby?”
I nodded my head, my lips trembling, my heart racing with fear. He picked me up and carried me out to Cole’s truck. “Cole is going to kill you,” I grumbled, wincing as another sharp pain shot through my stomach.
“I think he’ll be more worried about you and the baby,” Brian retorted, placing me in the passenger seat.
He got in on the driver’s side and hotwired Cole’s truck. He sped off to the hospital, continuously asking me how I felt. When we got there, he carried me inside and got me immediate help. I felt another sharp pain and whimpered, curling onto my side.Fuck, it hurt so goddamn much.
Dr. Kline rushed into the room. “Amelia, I need you to roll over onto your back. We need to hook up the monitors to your belly so we can monitor your contractions.”
I shook my head at him. “It hurts,” I mumbled. “I don’t want to move.”
He gently rolled me over, and the nurse hurriedly wrapped the monitors around my belly. “Describe to me what you’re feeling.”
“I’m feeling sharp stabs of pain in my stomach.” I felt another one, and the nurse prevented me from rolling back onto my side. “Make it stop,” I whimpered, tears falling down my face. I was so scared. Cole had asked me to take care of our baby, and look where my stubbornness had gotten me
“What were you doing when this started?” Dr. Kline demanded.
“I was carrying my bag of clothes to my bike.” I heard Brian snort quietly, but I was in too much pain and too scared to snap at him.
Dr. Kline nodded and wrote something down on his clipboard. “We’re going to monitor you and see if these are labor contractions or Braxton Hicks contractions, okay?”
I nodded. He left the room, and Brian rushed over. “Are you okay?” he asked me.
I shook my head no. “Have you talked to Cole?” I quietly asked, already dreading the answer. Cole was going to flip his fucking shit; I just knew it.
He shook his head. “No point if I didn’t know what was going on.”
I pulled my phone out and called him. It rang, but he didn’t answer. “He’s probably still on his way up there,” I sighed, hanging up my phone.
“Do you want me to call Katie or Travis?” Brian asked me.
I shook my head. “No. It’s not like anyone really fucking cares,” I muttered.
He pulled a chair up beside my bed. “I’ll sit here until you’re released. I won’t let you be alone right now, Amelia. This has got to be terrifying for you,” he said softly.
I nodded and whimpered when I got another sharp pain. Brian jumped up from the chair and kept me on my back. “You’ve got to stay on your back, Amelia. You’ll move the monitors otherwise.”