Page 78 of Last Minute Fiancé

“Everything is fine. I love you. I’m going to take care of you both. Let me just call my brother so he can take care of Puddles in case we are gone for a while, and then we’re going to grab our things and take Keeley to the doctor, okay?”

“Okay. You’re not panicking. So she’s okay, right?” I asked with my heart racing.

“I’m not panicking because we’ve got this. And me panicking is not going to help you. So grab her bag and get her ready to go, and I’m going to get us there okay? We’ve got this. I love you, Addison. We’ve got this.”

He kissed my forehead, and I reached out to grab his hand.

“Thank you for being steady.”

“Always. I get to panic next time though, okay? Like if I stub my toe? We can take turns.”

My lips twitched, but I nodded.

Because all along this path, even when I’d had to lie to my former boss about my relationship, or when we had first found out we were pregnant, I had been scrambling for control. But Luca had always been steady. He had gone through hell before, and found his way out of it, and I was learning that he was going to be panicking deep inside, so I would be there for him when it finally burst out.

Because yes indeed, we would be taking turns. Struggling as we figured out the next step.

It only took a few minutes, and the pediatrician did want us to head to the hospital with that kind of fever, so I sat in the passenger seat, looking in the mirror we set up so I could see our baby’s rear-facing car seat.

Her red face was all scrunched up as she cried, and my heart broke.

“I should have sat in the back with her. Why am I up here?”

“I can pull over if you want to go back there, but we’re only ten minutes away, okay?”

“Okay. This is fine. You’re okay baby,” I whispered, knowing that she could see my eyes between the two mirrors.

I had no idea how my parents or their parents had ever dealt with babies in cars and in life without so many mirrors and apps.

I just wanted my baby to be okay, and I didn’t like not knowing what was wrong. It was just a cold, probably, but what if it was something worse?

“I texted Devney, and she’s making sure that Hayleigh’s okay. They had a play date a couple of days ago.”

A play date with two-month-olds didn’t actually mean a play date, but we wanted them to be best friends and would see each other often.

But now I was so afraid that I’d gotten their baby sick.

“And?” Luca asked as he took a turn.

“And Hayleigh seems to be fine, but they’re going to keep an eye out. And they want updates. The group chat’s going insane.”

Between Greer, Ford, Noah, my parents, Paisley, Heath, Devney, and August, there were more than enough people in the chat. The fact that we had separate chats for nearly everybody in random groups just meant that my phone was blowing up, but I ignored it for now.

I didn’t have any updates for them.

“Okay, we’re almost there.”

Luca stopped at a stop sign, and when it was time to go he moved forward, when suddenly a horn blasted out of nowhere.

I turned to the left as Luca cursed, slamming the brakes, but it was too late.

The sound of metal screeching echoed in my ear, and I shouted for Luca, for Keeley.

All I knew was that someone had just hit us, running a stop sign, and my baby was crying.

“Is everyone okay?” Luca asked, as he turned around, his eyes wide.

We hadn’t even been going fast enough for the airbags to deploy, but I scrambled out of the car, Luca following me.

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