Page 67 of Skating the Blue Line
I guess as soon as I got to the hospital they pulled up my file and gave him a call. Or at least called the number with the team to contact him.
He arrived at the emergency room panicked. I was already awake after fainting back at the theater, so I saw the distraught look on his face.
The second he saw that I was okay and we were able to hear the baby’s heartbeat he relaxed.
Now he’s driving me home and I don’t even care that he smells like sweat.
I give him a nod, keeping my eyes directed at the window watching all the buildings pass by.
“Yeah. I should have taken better care of myself though.” I say, pulling at my ballet wrap that I’m still in.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You are both okay, that’s all that matters,” he says, reaching over and giving my thigh a reassuring squeeze.
I want to find comfort in his touch, I do, but I don’t let myself.
“Thanks but it’s a little hard not to. What if I hadn’t fainted today and continued to push myself tomorrow? Things could have been worse,” I say to him, still not looking over at his direction.
“But it wasn’t. You’re both fine and once you let your body rest you will be even better.”
I can see why the Knights made him their captain, the man knows a thing or two about pep talks. But right now, they aren’t working for me.
“Yeah.” is all I say and just continue to look out the window as we drive though the city over to Lakeview.
Liam doesn’t say anything for the rest of the trip and when we reach my apartment and he parks, I’m about to jump out of the car without a word.
It’s not his fault I’m in this situation. It was my mistakes that brought me here, so I’m trying to not take my anger out on him but I’m failing.
And I know I am when I’m frustrated when he gets out of the car and follows me into the building.
I’m two seconds away from telling him from telling him to leave me alone when he calls after me.
“Chloe, wait,” he says as soon as I step on the first step to head up the stairs.
Slowly I turn to look at him, just wanting to sleep and get this day over with.
“I’m tired, Liam. Whatever it is you want to say, can you please save it for tomorrow?” I don’t mind begging if I have to.
Liam opens his mouth to say something but then quickly closes it. He lets out a sigh and I watch as he slides his hands into his sweatpants pockets like he is debating how to say something.
He better not lecture me about overworking myself. I already feel like shit and I don’t need him adding to it.
“I want you to move in with me,” is what comes out of his mouth and the second I hear it I feel my jaw go slack.
Did I hear him correctly? My body has to be way more exhausted than I thought.
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“I want you to move in with me,” he repeats clearly.
He’s joking. He has to be.
No way in hell did this man, who I met only four months ago, who’s baby I’m currently carrying asked me to move in with him.
No fucking way.
“I’m sorry,” I say, shaking my head. “You’re asking me to move in with you? Are you joking?”
Now he’s the one that is shaking his head. “I’m one hundred percent serious. Move in with me.”
