Chapter 40
It”s comingup to two weeks since I last saw Arizona, since I last spoke to her. I know she is okay, Killian keeps me updated. Annoys me that he is checking in on her and not me. But what am I supposed to do? Hang around like a weirdo until she is ready to take me back?
Ha, no.
My fingers fiddle with her dainty gold wedding band that I wear around my neck, hung on a gold chain and tucked away under my white shirt. Only I know it”s there.
Turning my wrist to face me, it”s just gone seven. I am dreading tonight, but at the same time I am so psyched to see her. I couldn”t even put it into words.
Better get going. I gaze over at the small present wrapped up. I wanted to get her something that I knew she would love and cherish. Whether she wanted it from me was another thing and that’s what I had to prepare myself for.
Walking to my car, I start the engine and head for the restaurant in downtown Manhattan. If it wasn”t for Ari, I wouldn”t be going. Kaleb and Titus can both choke on a bag of dicks for all I care.
Ready to dust my hands of them. Hypocrites.
I”m not in the car long when an unknown number flashes on my phone. I roll to a stop at a red light and answer.
“Yeah?”
“Hi, is this Keaton Mills?”
“Yeah speaking,” my brows crease, digging a little deeper into my forehead.
“I need you to come to New York-Presbyterian Emergency room.”
Kaleb? Arizona? But surely her dad would be her emergency contact.
I don”t even need her to tell me why, I am already spinning my car around and causing chaos.
“Is everything okay?”
“It”s your wife, sir.”
I hear the blood pumping in my ears, heart thumping in my chest and all I can hear is a high pitch ringing as everything blurs out around me.
I cut the phone off, not giving two fucks if she was still talking. I just needed to get to her. I booted my car the whole way and definitely jumped a few red lights but honestly in this moment, no fucks were given. I didn”t care. All I knew is that I needed to get to her. I needed to make sure she was okay, she was all I cared about.
Should I call Titus? Yes.
Am I going to? Not yet.
Parking wherever I can, I cut the engine and climb out of my car, locking it behind me. I don”t bother with the meter, I run towards the hospital, breathless when I get to the reception desk.
“Emergency room.”
The young lady looks frantic.
“Arizona Mills, King. Fuck, I don”t know if she changed her name,” I bang my hand on the hard surface making her jump and now I look like a mad man.
“Calm down sir.”
“I just need to know where I need to go to find my wife, Arizona.”
My wife.
Fuck, that hurt my heart. Splintering it into nothing but wood shavings inside my chest.
She taps on her computer and each second drags into hours.
My eyes scan the signs and I see the emergency room to my left. I give up with her and I run. My heart is thrashing in my chest like a great white in the choppy ocean.
I don”t stop. I keep running. Throwing myself through the doors, I’m met with another reception area.
What the fuck.
“Sir?”
“Arizona King,” I splutter out, fuck, I am unfit.
She gives a slow and solemn nod as she picks the handset of the phone up and presses a couple of buttons. My hand is on my chest, and I can feel my heart racing under my shirt.
“The nurse is coming to take you to her.”
I roll my eyes.
“Can someone just tell me if she’s okay?” and I hear my voice crack but the receptionist picks the phone up again. I stand and just look at the room around me. People in beds with injuries as they wait to be seen, Doctors rushing in and out, some patients worse than others and I feel like I am in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy.
This is where Arizona worked. Her friends are here. And now she is back as a patient.
“Mr. Mills?” I hear the sound of a gentleman’s voice and I give him a quick once over. Mid-twenties maybe, probably one of Ari”s old intern friends.
“Where is my wife?” my voice is thick and I am trying everything to keep my cool.
He doesn”t respond, just leads me down a quieter hallway before slipping into a glass side room and closing the door behind me.
And that”s when I see her.
Red puffy eyes, tear-stained face, but still as beautiful as ever.
“Baby,” I rush over to her, careful not to hurt her as I scoop her face into my hands, foreheads pressed together, and the tears roll down my cheeks.
“I”m okay,” she whispers through her own tears.
“Yeah?” I pull back and let my eyes roam over her once more.
“Well, I”m getting there.”
“The babies?” and my heart is pounding in my chest.
She is silent for just a moment before she cries some more, wrapping her arms around my body and burying her face into my shirt.
“Blossom, you”re scaring me.”
“Arizona had a threatened miscarriage,” a female British voice fills the room and I know who it is instantly.
Dr Kyra.
I look over my shoulder at her and I can see the compassion on her face as she steps towards us, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“But the babies are okay?”
“Yes,” she smiles softly, “both babies are perfect.”
“Thank fuck,” I reach for Arizona, gripping her chin and lifting her beautiful face to look at me.
“The babies are okay Blossom; they”re going to be fine...” I pause for a moment then turn my attention towards Kyra. “The babies will be okay, won”t they?”
“Babies?!” Titus”s voice booms around the room and I can feel the tension rolling through the thick air.
Shit.