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“Are you in pain, Ryleigh?” She asked. Flynn had put the phone on speaker so they could talk to her.

“Yes. My stomach is cramping.”

“I am calling an ambulance, and they should be there in five minutes. Flynn, get her changed and ready.”

“I will.”

Hanging up the phone, he hastened to put on his clothes before coming to help her get ready. Without flinching, he changed her underwear and grabbed panty liners from her now-occupied drawer. “It’s cold.” He said huskily and pulled on a sweater.

“I can’t lose my baby.” She was crying, the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Our baby and I will do whatever it takes not to make that happen.” Gathering her into his arms like a porcelain doll, he grabbed a throw and wrapped her up before heading from the room.

His mother was already up, as was the rest of the household. Looking at his usual immaculate self, Greaves already admitted the EMTs rolling in a gurney. “Dr. Whyte is on her way, sir; our ETA should be no more than ten minutes.”

“I am riding with her.”

“I will follow behind in the car,” Julia told them.

With a curt nod, Flynn relinquished his hold on her, running behind as she was wheeled outside.

*****

He could not sit. It was still dark out, and a look at the clock in the waiting room showed that it was just after two in the morning. His mother was sitting on the edge of one of the chairs, her hands clasped in her lap, her head bowed as if praying.

He could not utter a word of it. The doctor was there waiting for them, and as soon as she was rushed from the ambulance, they took her to the emergency room. That had been almost two hours ago, and he was going stir-crazy.

“Screw this,” he muttered harshly and was just about to yank the door open when the doctors walked in. The look on their faces had him staggering back a bit, his heart hammering inside his chest. What the hell right did he have to expect perfection? He thought bitterly as he waited for them to speak.

“We had to do a procedure.” Dr. Whyte told them soberly.

“What kind of procedure?” Julia demanded when it appeared that her son could not find his voice.

“She was indeed having a miscarriage, and we had to stop that from happening.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to bore you with all the medical terms, but we had to stitch her up. She lost a little amount of blood.”

“How is she?” Flynn asked tightly.

“Still under anesthesia.” There was a pause, and then she rushed on quickly. “We are ordering complete bed rest for her for the next two or so weeks. I will be monitoring her closely to ensure something like this never happens again.”

“What caused it?” His throat was tight, and he felt the guilt clawing at him. She had been ill for the past few weeks, and he had behaved like an animal who could not keep his hands off her.

“Nothing specific.” she gave him a direct stare. “It wasn’t anything you did that caused it. These things happen for one reason or the other. The good thing is that she is doing okay now, and the fetal heartbeat is steady.”

“I want to see her.”

“Of course. Like I said, she is still unconscious, but as soon as the anesthesia wears off, she should be as good as new.”

“Are there any instructions we need to give her regarding this?” Julia asked before they left the room.

“Absolutely no stress, nothing to do with work. She needs to be in bed for most of the time.”

“We will see to it.” Flynn turned to look at his mother. “You should go home. I will call as soon as she is awake.”

Julia nodded, feeling the exhaustion shrouding her like a cloak. She had been so afraid that they would lose her grandchild that she had been praying since she heard the news. “I am feeling rather tired.”

*****

She was wearing a blue and white hospital gown with a tie around the neck, and someone had brushed her thick dark hair back into a ponytail. Pulling the chair next to the bed, he gave her a once over, starting from her head to where the plain white sheets were covering her body before going back to her face.

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