Chapter Twenty-Five
King
AFTER A SLEEPLESS night , I wake up alone in bed.
It’s still dark outside and I have no clue it’s the middle of the night still.
She went to bed early and still isn’t getting the sleep she needs Brynn was up all night long getting sick, rushing to the bathroom every hour or so.
There is no way in hell I was going to let her suffer through her morning sickness on her own, so I stayed up with her.
We talked, laughed, and read a little bit of the books about pregnancy.
I’ve spent hours researching things we’ll need for the baby so we get the safest products our baby can have when it comes to car seats, a crib, and anything else we’ll need for our little one.
Brynn has read every bit of information I’ve printed out because she’s just as worried about our baby as I am.
We refuse to take any chances with his or her life because we didn’t want to research things and just buy something because it’s cute or trending.
Brynn and I are on the same wavelength when it comes to this stuff which only solidifies my knowledge that she’s my soulmate and is the other half of me.
Getting out of bed, I head downstairs after making sure Brynn’s not in the bathroom getting sick again.
When I find it empty, I worry about where she is.
My steps quicken as I get downstairs and listen for any sign of Brynn in the house.
Looking to the left of me, I see a light shining out from my girl’s office.
Making my way there, I stand in the door frame just watching her.
Brynn’s face is scrunched up in concentration as she focuses on her computer screen.
The tip of her tongue is sticking out between her full lips.
Right now she looks fucking sexy as hell.
The tee-shirt she’s wearing is mine and I can guarantee she’s not wearing pants over the panties she’s wearing.
Her hair is thrown up in a messy bun with several strands of hair framing her face after they’ve fallen out of her hair tie. A pair of black framed glasses sits on her desk next to her that she wears occasionally while she’s working and there’s not a single trace of make-up on her pale face.
“What are ya doin’ up, Kitten?”
I ask her after making a little bit of noise so I don’t scare her.
“I couldn’t sleep and my stomach started to settle.
I didn’t want to keep you up, Kingston.
You’ve been by my side through everything and need your rest.
You’re exhausted,”
she tells me, not taking her eyes off the screen in front of her.
I watch her for a few minutes after walking behind her chair and watching what she’s doing.
Resting my hands on her shoulders, I gently massage her as she moans low in her throat.
My girl loves a good massage and I have no problem giving them to her.
She’s carrying my baby and it’s the least I can do for her.
My eyes linger on the computer screen as she starts to shake under my hands and I worry something is wrong.
“I did it!”
she suddenly cries out, excitement filling her voice as I watch her type out two words—the end.
“My book is finished, Kingston.”
“I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, Kitten.
You haven’t let anythin’ hold you back from finishin’ this and now it’s finally done.
What do you need to do now?”
I ask her, a smile on my face as she tilts her head back to look at me.
“I don’t know.
Your mom is gonna have another author she knows get a hold of me.
She’ll help me through the process and figure out what I need to do now that the first draft is done.
I do want to go through and read it once again to do some self-editing.
Your mom is working on a cover for me already and we’ve been talking and tossing ideas back and forth on the phone.
If I don’t hear from the woman your mom is sending my way, I’ll put a post out on social media to see if anyone else can help me,”
she tells me, letting me help her out of the chair before she stretches her body from head to toe.
“Why don’t we celebrate? It’s the middle of the night, but we can figure somethin’ out until we fall asleep.
Then we can have a proper celebration once the stores and everythin’ open up,”
I ask her, my voice muffled after I bury my face in her neck.
“I want a sundae.
I know I shouldn’t have one, but that’s what I’m craving right now.
Vanilla ice cream with some of the peanut butter topping, some candy, and whip cream.
Can we do that?”
she asks me, wrapping her arms around my stomach as I drop mine down around her waist.
“You want a sundae, we’ll have sundaes because that’s what you want.
Then we can watch a movie on the couch,”
I tell her as her smile gets even larger.
I lead her into the kitchen and get her settled onto a stool at the island.
Moving around the kitchen, I grab everything I’ll need for us to have our sundaes.
Someone got us those tall glasses to have them in and it means my girl has more ice cream than what she’d have in a regular bowl.
I don’t let her help me do anything because I can see she’s tired and right now she’s actually got an appetite.
If there’s one thing I worry about with this pregnancy is that Brynn lacks an appetite.
She needs to eat for the baby and herself and has been forcing herself to eat because she understands the importance of eating and making sure she gets enough nutrients on a daily basis.
When I’m done with the sundaes, I carry them over to the couch and get Brynn settled in.
She lays back against the couch and I make sure the pillows under her head and back are in the right spots before dragging the blanket we have draped over the back of the couch over her body.
I hand her the remote as she turns on the TV and finds a movie for us to watch.
She chooses an action movie for us to watch.
I sit down on the couch next to her and rest her legs on my lap.
After we’re both comfortable and the movie is started, we dig into our ice cream.
I watch Brynn eat making sure she’s not gonna get sick and rush off to the bathroom down here to lose the little bit of food she’s managed to eat after losing her lunch the last time before I fell asleep.
Once we’re done with our treat for Brynn finishing her book, I lay down on the couch with my girl and hold her close to me.
Neither one of us says a word as we watch a new action movie.
It’s one I’ve been wanting to watch since the trailers first started being advertised.
Brynn and I talked about it every time I saw an ad for the movie and I have no doubt that’s why we’re watching it now.
Even though we’re supposed to be celebrating her, she’s still doing this for me just because that’s the person she is.
It’s not long before my girl drifts off to sleep in my arms and I let her sleep without trying to carry her up to bed because I know she’ll wake up.
I ’m jolted awake by a scream coming from Brynn.
She’s still lying on the couch with me and I release my arms from around her body, looking down at her.
I’m instantly awake and alert as I search the living room for any sign of a threat.
“What’s wrong, Kitten?”
I ask her, my voice full of worry and fear.
“My stomach hurts, Kingston.
And I feel like I’m bleeding.
They told us we didn’t have to worry about losing the baby,”
she answers me, tears sliding down her face and landing on the couch as I jump off and pull her into my arms without hesitation.
“I’m gonna take you to the bathroom so you can see what’s goin’ on and clean up if that’s what you need to do.
While you’re doin’ that, I’m gonna call Jinx and let him know what’s goin’ on because you’re goin’ to the hospital.
I’m calling in Dr.
Craven or anyone else,”
I tell her, putting her feet on the floor and keeping my hands on her so she doesn’t fall or collapse as she holds her stomach and remains hunched over.
Pulling out my phone, I don’t leave her alone in the bathroom as she slides her panties down her legs and I see the blood covering them.
Brynn looks up at me with even more tears falling from her eyes that are filled with fear.
“What’s up, King?”
Jinx asks me, sleep lacing his voice as he answers my call.
“Gotta take Brynn to the hospital.
She’s bleedin’ and her stomach hurts really bad,”
I rush out my words as she sits down on the toilet, her entire body shaking.
“Fuck! Okay.
I’m gettin’ Hope up.
We’ll have Kat watch the kids so we can go with you.
I’m starting the SUV now so it’s warm for her.
Make sure you have her wrapped up in a blanket and she wears hoodie or something that’s easy to get off.
If it’s a hoodie, make sure it’s one of those zip up ones.
Do you want anyone else to know what’s goin’ on?”
my best friend asks me, sounds letting me know he’s moving around his room to get ready to help us.
“Not now,”
I tell him, hanging up the phone.
“What do you need from me, Kitten?”
“I’m gonna need a new pair of panties and some kind of pants.
I’d prefer sweatpants if you can find them.
I’ll also need a pad to put on until I can get to the hospital.
Kingston, is our baby going to be okay?”
she asks me, her voice breaking as a large sob takes over her small body.
“Our baby is a fighter and will be okay, Kitten.
I’m gonna leave you long enough to get what you need.
I’ll be right back.
Jinx and Hope will be here soon,”
I tell her, leaning down to kiss her lips before rushing out of the bathroom and upstairs to our bedroom.
It doesn’t take me very long to gather up the necessary items.
Including a hoodie for her to wear and her favorite blanket that’s warm and will hopefully help her stop shaking uncontrollably.
Racing back downstairs, I find Hope in the bathroom with her.
Hope’s at my girl’s side as she uses a washcloth to clean herself off from the blood she’s already lost.
Brynn’s leaning against the wall to support herself.
“I’ve got what you need, Kitten.
Do you want Hope to help you while I leave the two of you alone? Or do you want me to help you?”
I ask her, needing to do what she needs me to right now because this is all about her and our baby.
“Don’t leave me, Kingston.
Please don’t leave me,”
she pleads with me as Hope backs up and I step up to pull her into my arms.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Kitten.
I’ll never leave your side.
I just want to do whatever you need me to so you’re comfortable.
Told you I’m all in and that you’re stuck with me, Brynn.
I meant it,”
I state, helping her put a new pair of panties on so she can put the pad on before sliding them up her legs.
Hope hands me the sweatpants I dropped on the floor when I started helping Brynn dress after I toss the washcloth into the garbage can.
Once the pants are covering her legs, I take the hoodie and slide it on her upper body.
Lifting Brynn up in my arms, the three of us rush from the bathroom to find Jinx still waiting in the SUV ready to leave the second we’re all inside.
I get in the backseat with Brynn still in my arms as she cries in my chest.
Hope hands me the blanket I also dropped somewhere along the way and I cover my girl up the best I can with it.
As soon as our doors are shut, Jinx races from our house and away from the compound to the hospital.
He must have called the gatehouse because the gate is standing open when we got to it and that doesn’t ever happen overnight for any reason.
W e’ve been at the hospital for hours now.
Jinx, Hope, and more members of the club are filling the waiting room as they wait for any kind of update about what’s going on.
Right now Brynn is hooked up to an IV and getting fluids for the dehydration caused by her morning sickness.
Dr.
Craven walked in and performed an exam and then an ultrasound.
She doesn’t see anything wrong with the baby at this point.
The heartbeat is strong and steady and is now saved on my phone for Brynn to listen to anytime she needs a reminder our baby is okay.
Right now we’re waiting on the blood work to come back so Dr.
Craven can be sure there isn’t some kind of infection or other problem we’re not seeing at this point.
I’ve called Scathe and my family to let them all know what’s going on and that we’ll call again once we have more information.
Scathe and my dad are ready to head here in a split second to be there for us.
Brynn doesn’t want them making the trip if it’s not needed because they haven’t been home all that long.
That’s about the only thing she’s said after letting the doctors know what happened and how she feels.
She still has pain in her stomach but it’s slowly easing up as she lays in the hospital bed.
I’m sitting next to her, holding her hand under the blankets so she can try to get warm.
Shivers still rack her body and she keeps saying she feels so cold.
I can’t really blame her because it does feel as if the air conditioning is on full blast as I sit next to her.
One of the nurses actually brought my girl two of the blankets they put in those warmer things to try and get her warmed up.
So far it hasn’t worked.
She’s still shivering as tears slide silently down her face.
Brynn is holding my hand tight as hell and I know it’s from the fear coursing through her.
It’s the same fear roaring through my body right now.
I have no clue how much time passes as Dr.
Craven walks back in our room and hesitates at the end of the bed.
There’s no way to tell if the news she has to share is good or bad with a blank mask firmly locked in place.
“Brynn, I’m here to tell you, there is nothing wrong with the baby.
He or she is perfectly safe and you’re not gonna lose them.
It’s been long enough now that I don’t believe this is from the kidnapping and attack you suffered through.
Right now, I don’t know what’s causing you to bleed.
Your blood work is normal and none of your levels are high or low.
I do believe the bleeding is starting to slow down which is a good thing.
Until we know what’s going on for sure, I’m going to put you on complete bed rest at this point.
I don’t want you getting up for any reason other than to go to the bathroom.
You are to be waited on hand and foot with no exceptions.
Your next appointment, I will come to you so you don’t have to get out of bed for any reason,”
Dr.
Craven informs us as more tears start to slide down Brynn’s face and I squeeze her hand tighter trying to comfort her.
“Is there anythin’ else we should be doin’ while she’s on bed rest?”
I ask the doctor as she gives me a small smile.
“Keep her hydrated and if she needs the medicine for nausea make sure she takes it.
I don’t want to have to admit you to the hospital, Brynn.
That is a possibility at this point if things don’t get better.
I’m gonna get your discharge papers ready and let you go home.
This bag of fluid is almost gone and you should be okay to leave.
Do not walk out of here and let Kingston carry you like I know he wants to.
If you have a bedroom on the first floor, I suggest you temporarily move into that one,”
Dr.
Craven answers me as I nod my head in response.
“If anything else happens, I want you to call me immediately.
If you start bleeding again, come straight back here and call me on your way.”
We watch the doctor leave the hospital room.
Brynn closes her eyes and I watch her entire body relax for the first time since she woke me up on the couch.
No matter what I did or said, we’ve both been in this tiny room on our own with tension keeping our bodies locked up tight.
“When we get home, I’ll let our families know what’s goin’ on.
I’m gonna have Savannah run over to the house and get the first floor bedroom ready for you and put in somethin’ for dinner.
You have to eat soon.
I’m gonna have the Prospects get some more drinks and anythin’ else you want.
We’ll lay in bed and figure out what we can do movin’ forward to keep you occupied until you’re off bed rest,”
I tell Brynn, standing up from my seat and pressing my lips to her forehead.
“I love you, Kitten.”
“I love you, Kingston.
I’m sorry this is happening,”
she says, opening her eyes and looking at me.
“This isn’t your fault, Kitten.
These things happen sometimes and no one knows why.
You need to calm down so it doesn’t continue to happen,”
I tell her, stepping back as a nurse enters the room and begins unhooking the IV from Brynn’s arm and placing a gauze pad over the area to prevent her from bleeding.
It doesn’t take long for me to get Savannah to our home to get the bedroom ready as we leave the hospital.
If I thought we were exhausted before, it’s nothing compared to what I feel now.
I want nothing more than to get home and climb in bed with my girl and hold her close as we sleep.
For now, our lives are going to be a little hard, but that’s okay.
We’ll figure everything out and get through this together because that’s how we do things.