Page 34 of Rockstar's Accidental Marriage

Emily

The hospital room is quiet except for the faint beeping of the heart monitor and the muffled sounds of activity out in the hallway. My body feels heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and the lingering haze of everything that’s happened.

I’m pregnant. I’m having a baby… Sam’s baby.

The words keep bouncing around my mind like an echo I can’t silence. How could I not have known? The fatigue, the faint dizziness—it all makes sense now. But still, the realization feels surreal.

I hear the door creak open, and when I look up, Sam is there. His tall frame fills the doorway, his brilliant green eyes locked on mewith an intensity that makes my heart twist. He looks worried, sure, but there’s something else in his expression—

“The doctor told you, didn’t he?” I ask softly, my voice hoarse.

He steps closer, his lips curving into a small, hesitant smile. “Yeah, he did.”

I nod, swallowing hard as I look away. My fingers toy with the edge of the blanket, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts I can’t seem to sort through.

Sam moves to the side of the bed and lowers himself into the chair next to me. For a moment, neither of us speaks. The silence feels weighted, charged with the doctor’s news.

When Sam takes my hand, his touch is warm and steady—an anchor in the storm of emotions I'm feeling. His thumb traces gentle patterns on my skin, and I find myself drawing strength from the simple contact. The gesture feels protective, almost reverent, so different from our usual charged interactions.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” he states, his voice low and reassuring, his thumb brushing lightly over my knuckles in an unconscious motion. Then, almost like he’s afraid to know the answer, he asks, “Are you pleased—about the baby?”

The question catches me off guard, and I look up to meet his gaze. His eyes are intense as they search mine, and I see a mix of emotions that seem to match my own.

I take a shaky breath, my heart pounding. “I am,” I admit slowly, realizing it’s the truth. “But I’m scared, too.”

He nods, his grip on my hand tightening slightly. “I get that—because I am too.”

“You are?”

"Yeah," he says with a small chuckle. "I mean, this wasn't exactly what I expected." He looks away for a moment, then gives me a direct look. "When you collapsed like that—" Sam shakes his head with a frown. "I was terrified. I thought something was seriously wrong, so finding out that you're having a baby—my baby. Well, that kind of put everything into perspective. I'm just glad you're okay." He clears his throat.

I give Sam a rueful smile. “Yes, this a temporary condition. It only lasts nine months.”

He laughs, which breaks the tension in the room. “Now, who’s telling jokes?” He says, his tone serious now. “But I am glad, Emily. And I want to be a part of this. I need to be a part of our child’s life.”

The sincerity in his voice takes me by surprise, and I feel my chest tighten. “Sam...”

“I mean it,” he says firmly, leaning closer. “I know I don’t always take things as seriously as I should. But this is different. You and this baby—you’re both important to me.”

I search his face, looking for any hint of doubt or hesitation, but all I see is determination.

“You really mean that?” I ask, my voice trembling.

“I do,” he says without hesitation. “I want to take care of both of you.”

I shake my head, my throat tightening. “Sam, thank you. But I can manage on my...”

“No, Emily. I want to be there for you and our child,” he says in a serious tone.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that, Sam? It’s a lot. Raising a child, being a parent—it’s not easy.”

“I know it’s not,” he says, his voice firm. “My dad raised me on his own." I hear years of unspoken emotion in his voice. His eyes get a faraway look, and for the first time, I see past his usual confident facade to a boy who grew up without a mother. His hand tightens slightly around mine as if drawing strength from the contact.

“He worked his ass off to make sure I had what I needed. I saw how hard it was for him, and I never want our kid to feel like they’re alone. I won’t let that happen.”

His words hit me hard. I’ve never heard him talk about his childhood before. It’s like a part of him he’s always kept locked away, and now he’s finally letting me in.

Before I can respond, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. The gesture is so tender, so unlike the cocky, confident Sam I’m used to, that my heart flutters in response.

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