Page 97 of Agony of Our Regret

I shut my laptop,no longer bothering to hide my smile. They were too much and letting them tease each other and not getting involved was needed from time to time. It was an easy reminder that they were friends before they were my partners.But adding just a bit of fuel to the fire was too hard to resist.

“Good morning.”Noah’s raspy voice woke me before he trailed kisses over my shoulder.

“Mmmm.” I smiled and kissed his forehead. “It is a good morning.”

I didn’t wake up to him often, so this was extra special.

“Do you want to stay in bed for a while, or do you want to go grab coffee and cinnamon rolls?”

I practically threw the blankets off. Luca found a bakery a few blocks away with the gooiest, sweetest, most perfect cinnamon rolls, and I was now obsessed.

“I take it we’re going?” he chuckled, but immediately stopped. “Avalon!”

I spun around, searching for what was wrong. “What?”

“You’re bleeding.” He pointed at me, and my eyes dropped to the bed where a large red stain lay.

“Oh.” I put my hand over my belly and immediately felt Lemon moving. “We’re okay.” I lied to myself and him. Blood wasn’t normal, but she was still active. That was a good sign.

“No, I don’t think so.” He was already climbing out of the bed. “We need to get to the hospital immediately.”

“Noah, this isn’t like your vision.” I put my hand on his chest, needing to reassure us both. “I’m not in my office. It’s not that much blood.”

“We have to get you checked.”

I wasn’t going to change his mind so while he went into the closet, I hurried to the bathroom and pulled down my pants, which were just as stained, and sat on the toilet. I was still bleeding. It wasn’t an alarming amount. Still, considering what was on the bed and my pajamas, this was beyond just spotting.

“Here.” Noah appeared with new underwear and sweats. “I’ve got your overnight bag just in case.”

I nodded and cleaned myself up before changing into clean clothes. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and moved around on autopilot as Noah guided me to my slip-on boots and helped me into my coat.

He was on his phone, talking to someone as we stepped into the elevator.

I kept my hand on my bump, feeling the baby stretch as much as they could and reassuring myself that we were both fine.

Noah led us to the street rather than the parking garage.

“The car,” I started, but he’d already waved down a taxi that was pulling over.

“I can’t drive. I need to make calls.”

I nodded and climbed in, scooting over so Noah could get in next to me.

“Northwestern Women’s,” he told the driver, before lifting his phone to his ear.

“Do I need to tell the doctor?” I asked, while he waited for the other side to answer.

“I already did. They’re expecting us.”

I sat back and watched the people on the street as we zoomed past.

It was fine.

I was fine.

Lemon was fine.

Bleeding wasn’t an immediate cause for concern.

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