Page 106 of Broken Bonds

Is this what it feels like to finally start moving on?

ChapterThirty-Five

RAMSEY

Something’s wrong.

I’ve had this feeling in my gut since I woke up that something is wrong or that something is coming. I just don’t know what.

I’ve been nauseated today, so I’ve been on the couch since I woke up, just watching movies and being lazy, but there’s been this feeling of dread surrounding me. One of the babies kicks me right in the bladder and I wince at the lightning bolt of pain that hits moments before the intense urge to pee. I push myself up off the couch, frowning when I feel a gush and groan.

Don’t tell me I peed myself?

I waddle to the bathroom quickly and sit down, sighing in relief when my bladder is emptied. And then I hear a loudpop,before I feelchunksfall out of me and into the toilet. I gasp as pain grips my midsection and look down, seeing so much blood. There are clots and pieces of something I can’t even identify sitting in bright red water. My thighs are coated in blood, my toilet looking like a crime scene, and fear grips my heart.

My breath stalls, my hands shaking as I clean myself off as best I can with a wet cloth and pull my pants up. I find some pads I’d bought for after having the babies and stuff one in my underwear, tears filling my eyes and making it hard to see.

My chest is heaving with each breath I take as I hurriedly exit the bathroom to grab my phone, my heart racing in fear. I dial Jilly first as I walk into my room to change and grab my hospital bag. She doesn’t answer and I groan when another stabbing pain takes hold of my middle. When I catch my breath, I dial Forde, but he doesn’t answer either, and I cry out in frustration. I try them each a few more times with no answer, more tears filling my eyes. I can feel the pad I put on quickly filling up with blood and more clots, sending me into a panic.

Shit.

I take a deep breath before deciding to try Link, tears streaming down my cheeks.

He answers after two rings, and I don’t even give him a chance to answer before I’m frantically crying into the speaker.

“Link! I need you to come get me right now and take me to the hospital,” I tell him urgently, my voice shaking.

“I’m on my way,” he says without missing a beat, the sound of his keys jangling as he picks them up echoing down the line.

“Please hurry.”

I hang up when he assures me he’ll be here in just a minute and walk outside to wait for him. My mind is a riotous storm, fear for my babies’ lives strangling me, making it hard to breathe.

Will they be okay?

Will I be okay?

Everything has been fine my whole pregnancy. I should be going in for my scheduled c-section next week, and everything should still be fine.

Now, everything is an unknown.

Now, I don’t know what will happen.

The panic that has its grip on me leaves me feeling sick. There’s a pit in my stomach and my heart is beating painfully in my chest as I wait.

True to his word, Link comes barreling down my driveway, dust flying behind him. Throwing his truck into park and jumping out, he runs over to me, blue eyes filled with concern as he looks me over. He wraps his arms around me when I can’t stop crying and I collapse against him.

“Shh. It’s okay. Everything will be okay, baby.”

“I don’t know if it will be. You’ve got to get me to the hospital, Link. There’s so much blood,” I cry into his chest, and he tenses, his arms tightening around me.

He curses under his breath, bending his knees as he picks me up, cradling me safely against his chest. Taking my bag from my hand, he gets me into his truck faster than I can blink, whispering reassuring words in my ear as he speed walks to hop in the driver’s seat.

On the way to the hospital, Link holds my hand and tries to get ahold of Forde and Jillian over the Bluetooth. He gets Rion when he can’t get through to either of them and tells him what’s going on, his voice coming out strangled. Rion assures us he’ll let Forde and Jillian know, promising me they’ll meet us at the hospital before the call clicks off.

I can’t stop stressing the entire drive, and Link can sense it, squeezing my hand in his as he keeps a steady purr rattling in his chest in an attempt to soothe me. With his hazard lights on, he speeds through the streets, blowing through red lights and stop signs when he’s sure it’s safe. I’m almost positive I’m bleeding through my pants and onto his seat, and I feel like I’m going to throw up. He doesn’t let go of my hand the entire time, not complaining once about how hard I squeeze his fingers when a cramp seizes me.

He continues to reassure me as he pulls up to the emergency awning, parking right in front of the sliding doors. Jumping out, he runs around to my side and helps me out as a nurse comes out with a wheelchair.

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