Chapter 52
Chapter Fifty-Two
Jamieson
Two months had passed. Grace forgave me, moved back into my beach house, and we were living our dream life.
But not quite yet. I had a plan, and if I was going to do it, I needed to do it now because we were running out of time.
I brought in a chef to cook a romantic dinner and had a candlelit table set up on the rooftop.
I told Jackie to make sure Grace was out of that hospital by seven p.m., and if a trauma came in, to make sure someone else took over.
I wanted this night to be special for her without any interruptions.
I was up in the bedroom when I heard the front door open, so I slipped the small box into my pocket and walked downstairs.
“Hi.” I smiled as I kissed her lips. “How was your day?”
“It was good. Are you cooking? It smells delicious in here.”
“Sort of.” I smirked. “Go get changed, and we’ll have dinner. It’s almost ready.”
“Okay.” She looked at me strangely.
I went upstairs and waited outside the bedroom for her to change. When she was finished, I took her hand and led her up to the rooftop.
“I thought we could dine up here tonight,” I spoke.
“Wow. Look at you getting all fancy with candles.” She smirked.
I pulled the chair out for her and then took the seat across from her.
“Aren’t you going to get the food?” she asked with an arched brow.
“No need. Someone will be bringing it up to us,” I spoke as I poured us each a glass of wine.
“Jamieson, what are you doing?” A beautiful smile crossed her lips.
“I just wanted to do something special for the woman I love, and I thought a professionally prepared candlelit dinner up on the rooftop was nice.”
“It is very nice. Thank you.”
The chef brought our dinner, and we ate and had a great conversation.
“Would you like to dance with me?” I asked her as I stood up and held out my hand.
“I would love to, Dr. Finn.” She grinned.
I grabbed the small black remote, hit the button, and soft music began to play. I held her in my arms, and nothing felt more right.
“I love you,” I whispered before leaning in and kissing her lips.
“I love you too.”
We danced until the song ended, and I took in a deep breath.
“Grace, thank you for giving me a second chance. I honestly don’t know what I would have done if you had said no. Actually, I do know what I would have done. I would have pursued you relentlessly.”
She let out a light laugh.
“I’m serious, and I’m serious about us. I don’t ever want to be apart from you again.
My life revolves around making you happy.
I never want to see you sad. If I do, I’ll wipe your tears and take away your pain.
If I see you angry, I’ll calm you down. If you need help with something, I’ll be right there to help you.
I will always be here for you, Grace. You are my stars on a dark night.
You are my sun during the day, and I love you more than any amount of words can tell you. ”
I pulled the box out of my pocket and got down on one knee.
“We didn’t do it right the first time, but we can do it right this time. Will you do me the honor of marrying me again and becoming Mrs. Jamieson Finn?” I smiled.
“Jamieson.” She placed her hand over her mouth. “Yes. I want nothing more than to marry you again.” Tears filled her eyes.
I took the ring from the box and placed it on her finger. It was a perfect fit. After bringing her hand to my lips. I stood, picked her up, and swung her around.
“I love you, Grace.”
“I love you, Jamieson.”
Grace
After we made love and celebrated our engagement, Jamieson held my hand and softly stroked my ring.
“There’s something I want, and I’m hoping you’ll say yes,” he spoke.
“What it is?” I lifted my head from his chest.
“I want us to get married on your birthday. Now, before you shoot the idea down, hear me out. I know that day is something awful for you. Your parents died, and we drunkenly got married. I know you don’t celebrate that day, and with good reason, but I want to turn that all around for you.
I want you to celebrate again, and I want it to be special.
Your parents wouldn’t have wanted you to stop celebrating your birthday every year.
I want us to become husband and wife on that day and celebrate it every year.
I want to celebrate us, and I want to celebrate you.
I love you, Grace, and I don’t want your birthday to come around every year, and you’re too afraid to acknowledge it.
I know it’s a bad memory, but let’s make a new memory. A beautiful one.” I smiled.
“Wow. I can’t believe you,” I spoke as tears filled my eyes.
“As in, I’m asking a bad thing?” he nervously asked.
“No. Not at all. I love everything you just said, and I would love to become your wife on my birthday again.” I softly smiled.
He let out a breath.
“Oh my God. I was so nervous to ask you. You really mean it?”
“Yes. I really mean it.” I reached up and kissed his lips. “Thank you.”
“No. Thank you. We have four months to plan a grand wedding, so we better get started.”
One Year Later
“Page Dr. Finn,” I spoke.
“Wait, you are Dr. Finn.”
“My husband,” I spoke with irritation to my new intern.
“Oh right,” he said.
I placed my hand on my belly and took in a deep breath.
“Are you okay, Dr. Finn?” Dr. Lasher asked.
“I’m fine. His abdomen is distended, and I can’t see much with this ultrasound. I’m going to need to do a laparotomy.”
“You paged me?” Jamieson asked as he walked into the room.
“Gunshot wound to the upper left quadrant. X-ray is showing the bullet is lodged in his spinal cord.” I pointed as I held the X-ray up.
“Let’s get him to the O.R.,” Jamieson spoke.
As we were scrubbing in, Jamieson glanced over at me.
“Are you okay, babe?”
“I’m fine. Why?”
“You look like you’re uncomfortable.”
“I’m nine months pregnant. My back hurts, my feet are swollen, and my legs feel like I’m carrying an elephant. So yeah, I’m a little uncomfortable.”
“Did you just refer to our daughter as an elephant?” His brow arched.
“Oops.” I bit down on my bottom lip.
As I was walking into the O.R., I felt a sharp pain again. The same pain I’d been experiencing all day. I ignored it because I had a patient to save. Both Jamieson and I operated together. I stopped the bleeding, and as I began repairing the tear in his liver, Jamieson removed the bullet.
“Oh shit,” I said to myself as I took in a deep breath.
“Umm. Dr. Finn, I think your water just broke,” Amy, the scrub nurse, spoke.
“What?” Jamieson looked up at me.
“I’m aware my water just broke, Amy. Dr. Finn, I’m almost finished repairing his liver. Hurry up and remove the bullet from this poor guy’s spine.”
“Grace!”
“Jamieson, do it now!” I spoke through gritted teeth as I doubled over in gut-wrenching pain.
“Get her a wheelchair!” he commanded to one of the residents. “Grace, you’re not due for two more weeks.”
“I know that. Apparently, your daughter isn’t willing to wait. Fuck!!” I yelled. “Ron,” I looked over at the anesthesiologist, “do whatever you have to and get me an epidural now!”
“I thought you weren’t going to have one,” Jamieson spoke.
“I’ve suddenly changed my mind.” I gritted my teeth.
“The bullet is out. Dr. Carter, do the closing so I can get my wife up to labor and delivery.”
“Sure thing, Dr. Finn. Good luck to both of you.” He smiled.
Jamieson wheeled me out of the O.R. Suddenly, I felt something.
“I have to push, Jamieson, and I have to push now.”
He stopped the wheelchair and looked at me.
“Grace, no. You have to wait until I get you to labor and delivery.”
“I can’t. What are you going to do, push the wheelchair down the stairs? I can’t wait for the elevator!” I shouted.
“Jesus. Umm. Okay.” He grabbed a nurse and wheeled me into a room. “Page Dr. Edmonds stat and tell her we’re up here and she needs to come now. Page Jackie in the ER and tell her the baby is coming.”
He helped me from the wheelchair and onto the bed. One of the nurses on the surgical floor ran in with a gown and quickly helped me into it.
“I have to push, Jamieson. OH MY GOD!” I yelled as I gripped the sides of the bed.
“Where’s Doctor Edmonds?” he shouted.
“She’s delivering a baby at the moment. She said she’ll be here as soon as she can,” the nurse spoke. “We have fetal monitors on this floor. I’ll go grab one.”
“Okay, Grace. Let me see what’s going on down there,” Jamieson spoke. “Whatever you do, don’t push yet.”
“Easy for you to say!”
“I’m here. I’m here.” Jackie ran into the room.
“You’re dilated to ten, baby. I can see her head.” Jamieson smiled as he looked up at me.
“It’s okay. Push,” Jackie spoke as she held my hand and held me up.
I pushed as hard as I could and let out a howl.
“She’s coming, Grace. Give me another push.”
“AH!” I screamed as I pushed again.
“One more, baby,” Jamieson spoke.
“I can’t. I’m exhausted.” I lay back on the bed. “Just go up there and pull her out or something.”
“You only pushed a couple times. How are you exhausted already?” Jamieson asked.
Was he serious right now?
“I just worked seventeen hours straight, you idiot!” I shouted as I sat up and pushed as hard as I could.
Suddenly, I heard our baby cry.
“She’s here, Grace, and she’s beautiful.” Jamieson smiled with tears in his eyes.
He cut the cord and then placed her on my belly so I could touch her. After a few moments, he handed her over to Jackie so she could be cleaned up. A few minutes later, Dr. Edmonds walked into the room.
“I’m here. Wow. I guess I’m a little late. Congratulations, you two.” She smiled as she walked over to me and began massaging my belly.
Jackie wrapped my daughter in a blanket and placed her in my arms. Jamieson kissed my forehead and told me how much he loved me.
“I love you too.”
“She looks like you,” he spoke.
“She has your lips. Lucky girl.” I smiled.
“Do we have a name?” Jackie asked.
I looked at Jamieson as he placed his finger in his daughter’s hand.
“Ava Nicole Finn,” he spoke.
“A beautiful name for a future doctor.” Jackie smiled. “By the way, Dr. Finn. Happy birthday. I bet you didn’t expect this.”
“No. Not at all. I can’t believe I delivered my own daughter on my birthday. This is the best birthday present anyone has ever given me.” He kissed my lips.
“Happy birthday, my love.” I softly stroked his cheek.