Chapter Eight
Jade
I sigh once more before reluctantly standing and climbing out of the tub. I’m reaching across and grabbing my towel from the vanity when I feel a gush and then wetness running down my leg. What the fuck? I look down and gasp at what I see. It takes everything in me not to scream, but I know I need to be calm. I have no clue what's happening, but screaming isn't going to help me. Then the thought hits me: Gray’s a doctor.
“Gray!” I yell in a panic. It only takes him two seconds before he bursts through the doors, eyes wide, and looks around the room for danger.
“Something's wrong,” I say, barely above a whisper. I feel a cramp go through my stomach and wince. When I look into Gray's eyes, he takes me in from head to toe, but the minute he notices the blood, he’s alert.
“Fuck. What happened? Did you cut yourself? Let me see,” he commands, rushing to me and instantly dropping to his knees. He runs his hands along my legs and finally pulls back.
“Baby, is it your period?” he asks. His tone is quite a ‘duh’ tone, but it's close.
“I got off my period a week and a half ago. I never have them this close together, and I don't cramp either. I’m cramping now,” I finish in a whisper.
“Fuck. Okay, get dressed. I’m going to call one of my friends. She’s the best gynecologist in the state. I’m going to see if she can meet us at the hospital,” Gray explains, leading me out of the bathroom and helping me into a pair of gray sweatpants.
I let him take care of me and lead me out of the clubhouse. I feel like I’m in a daze; nothing’s clicking in my brain. I briefly recognize voices around me. Gray must be talking to his brothers, but all I can think about is the bleeding. Could it be just my period? Or something worse, like cancer? I think back on all the symptoms I’ve had lately. Shit, I should have gone and gotten checked out. I’m not usually a hypochondriac, but the cramping in my stomach seems to be getting worse, and I can still feel the wetness between my thighs. I get so lost in my thoughts that I don't realize we even got into the car, much less to the hospital.
“Clover, baby, I need you to look at me. Focus.” I hear Gray's voice, and I’m brought out of my haze. I look into his eyes and see the worry there as well.
“It's going to be okay, Jade. I promise. I won't let anything happen to you,” he reassures me in a voice so strong and sure that I actually believe him. I nod and watch as he gets out of the car and rushes around the hood, holding open my door and helping me into the Hospital’s emergency room. He throws his keys at a young male nurse on the way in.
“Jenson, mind parking my car for me in the lot? I need to get my woman checked out,” Gray says without waiting for an answer. Jenson replies anyway.
“Yeah, no problem Doc Adams! Take care of your woman!”
We walk past the front desk as the old white-haired nurse yells our way.
“You can't just march in there, Gray Adams! I need to register your lady friend.”
“She’s with me,” Gray says, still dragging me behind him, not bothering to turn around.
“I don't care if the Queen of England is escorting her. She needs to register. You are not making me lose my job over some tail,” she says, pushing up her glasses on her scrunched-up nose and placing her hands on her hips. I want to laugh. She is so stinking cute, but I’m freaking out a bit too much at the moment.
“Dorothy, I am not standing here arguing with you while my woman is bleeding. I will go in there whether you like it or not. We can get her registered in the back. You won't lose your job. This hospital couldn't function without you,” Gray says, bursting through the doors to the back.
“I called Doctor Lake. She should already be here and set up for us. Which room?” Gray clips out at the nurses' station.
“Straight back. She’s waiting for her,” another nurse tells him. She looks down at our joined hands and sneers back up at me. I smirk and flip her off before proceeding to the room ahead of us. Thankfully, Gray doesn’t notice my little back-and-forth with his co-worker. His face is set in stone. He’s worried and determined, making me fall a bit more for him.
“Dr. Adams,” the beautiful female doctor in front of me addresses professionally before turning to me and smiling softly. “You must be Jade. My name is Doctor Amy Lake. It's nice to meet you. Would you mind undressing from the waist down and sitting on the table? You can use the sheet on the bed to cover up,” she explains, and I nod, relaxing at her words. Something about her warm tone and kind eyes has some of the tension leaving my body.
Dr. Lake walks out while I get undressed. Gray helps me onto the bed when I’m ready and covers my lower half. He kisses my forehead before leaning down and looking me right in the eyes.
“We will figure this out, baby. I’ll be right here the whole time,” he assures me before kissing my lips softly and turning toward the door to get the Doctor.
In short order, they collect blood and urine samples, and she examines me but doesn't comment as she takes her gloves off and walks toward the door.
“Amy, please. Is everything okay?” Gray asks in such a worried tone it has me tearing up.
“Calm down, Gray. I have my suspicions. I just need to verify it. I would hate to give you the wrong information. If I am right, you have nothing to worry about.” She smiles before walking out of the room.
Gray paces the floor, back and forth, back and forth. Randomly gravitating to me for a split second before pacing again. I’m just about to scream at him to stop when the doctor comes back in.
“Alright, I need to talk to Jade privately for a moment,” Dr. Lake says in a practiced, calm yet firm tone.
“No fucking way. What is it?” Gray demands.
“I must insist,” she tries again.
“No offense Amy, but there is not a mother fucking thing you can do or say that will get me out of this damn room,” Gray all but growls, grabbing my hand and holding on tight.
“It’s okay, Dr. Lake. Whatever it is, you can say in front of Gray,” I say.
“Are you sure?” she asks. Just as I go to nod, another thought pops into my head. I narrow my eyes at the fucker beside me.
“You motherfucker,” I say in a low whisper. Gray turns his head quickly in my direction.
“What? What did I do?” he asks, eyes wide.
“Did you give me a fucking STD? Oh, I swear to god, if you gave me some kind of nasty ass shit, I will cut your dick off and up your ass so far you’ll be gagging on it. I swear to god, Gray…”
“Jade, Jade, calm down. You do not have an STD,” Dr. Lake interrupts my murderous rant.
“Jesus, Clover. Of course I would never hurt you like that. Fuck, I would cut my own dick off before I did something like that to you. Just to reassure you, I haven't been with anyone in years before you, and never once did I go without a condom. Well, except…” Gray trails off, and his eyes get comically wide. Dr. Lake chuckles before speaking.
“Well, that's my cue to cut in and also takes care of the question of whether or not he should be in here. Jade, you’re pregnant, and I’m guessing by the wide eyes and even wider smile, Gray just realized it too, and he’s the father.”
“P-pregnant?” I stutter.
Oh. Shit.