Page 90 of Give Me Forever Love

“Mr. Grant. What are you doing? Get back in bed right now,” a black woman with her hair pulled back says. “You’ve just come out of surgery. You need to rest.”

“My wife,” I say as she tries to lift me up from the floor. “Where is she?”

“Your wife?” she asks, looking confused.

“Yes,” I say.

A man wearing burgundy scrubs runs into the room, much bigger than the nurse. He bends down and lifts me up, coaxing me back to the bed, but I don’t want to get back in it until I find out about K and Rylee.

Oh God. My girl. My baby girl.

Kat is nine months pregnant.

I yank out of his hold and head for the door. Damn my shoulder, damn those beeping ass machines and the nurses chasing after me.

I run up to the counter in a hospital gown, hurting like a motherfucker and out of it from the painkillers coursing through my veins. I hit the counter. “Kathrine Grant. Where is she?” I demand.

“Sir, you need to get back to your room,” the nurse at the desk says. Sweat slides down the side of my face as my body tells me this is too much.

“For fuck’s sake.” I hit the counter again with my fist. “Will someone tell me where my goddamn wife is? She’s pregnant. Please.” I look down, my thoughts going to a bad place. The SUV hit us hard, enough to spin us around a few times, and there was so much glass, and it hit her side, and she wasn’t awake and… “We were in a wreck. She wasn’t conscious. Our baby.” I look up with tears in my eyes. Jesus, why aren’t these people talking to me?

“Kathrine Grant?” the woman behind the desks says as the other two nurses grab onto my arms, trying to get me back in my room. Blood trickles down my forearm, and I’m feeling weaker by the minute.

In my peripheral, someone comes barreling down the hall. “I told you,” I hear. “I fucking told you this was going to happen.” The nurses drop my arms as I turn my head.

I look at the woman I know is coming my way. Claire. She reaches out and slaps me across my face, causing me to see stars, literally.

I blink and open my mouth.

“You did this,” she says. “You are the reason.”

A shake my head, trying to get a grip on reality.

“What the hell is going on?” Jace comes in from two big doors that opened automatically. His eyes look from me to the nurses to Claire. He has a coffee in his hand, and he looks tired as shit, but clean.

“Jace,” I say, hoping he’ll tell me something.

“Man, you shouldn’t be out of bed.” He walks closer to me, eyeballing Claire whose fist are balled. She could hit me again any minute, but why is she hitting me?

“Where’s K?” I ask them both.

“She’s asleep,” Jace says. “She’s banged up pretty bad, brother.”

My heart passes out. Literally leaves me with just my thoughts and this weak-ass body.

“How bad?” I ask. “The baby?”

“Why don’t we get you back in bed, Mr. Grant,” the lady nurse suggests again, trying her best to convince me. “We can explain everything to you there. You’re going to pass out. You haven’t given your body enough time…” I hold up my hand to stop her.

“Rylee?” I ask Jace.

“She’s here. K went into labor. She’s perfect.” He smiles at me, looking proud.

I choke out a sob of relief. Tears fall down my face without me even realizing it. So much fear, so much goddamn terror in my chest. How can I love something so much already? I haven’t even met her, but she’s got my heart waking up and on its knees, thanking God.

“I want to see them,” I say. “Take me to them.”

“You don’t have the right to see them. You put them in this situation,” Claire says.

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