Page 82 of Learn the Play
“Knox is going to talk to Coach and tell Rowan. I called Amanda while I was waiting, and she’s going to call her mom.”
“Thanks,” I mutter.
Corie reaches over and takes her hand in mine. “She’s going to be okay. They both are. She was starting to come to as they were loading her on the stretcher.”
“The baby. Bell had a checkup last week. Everything was fine. Was she feeling bad? Did she say anything?” I’m racking my brain to see if I missed something. Was I not paying close enough attention?
“We’re almost there,” she says, as she follows the cop car into the hospital parking lot. He drives us straight to the ER entrance, and before the vehicle is even stopped, I’m reaching for the door handle.
“I’ll meet you in there. I’m going to thank our escort and park,” Corie tells me, as I jump out of the still-moving car and rush inside.
“Bellamy Warner,” I say, slapping my hands down on the desk. “She was just brought in by ambulance.”
“Are you family?”
“Yes.”
“Your relationship?” the lady asks, but she has yet to lift her eyes to greet me.
“She’s my everything,” I tell her, my voice gritty with emotion.
She finally glances up, and her eyes widen. “You’re Reid Montgomery. You’re supposed to be playing today.” She glances down at me, still in uniform.
“Bellamy Warner,” I say, ignoring her.
“Can I have your autograph?” she blurts.
Taking a deep breath, I try to keep my anger and my fear in check. With gritted teeth, I reply, “I’ll sign any fucking thing you want, if you take me to my girls,” I say, barely holding on to my anger. I’ll definitely be letting administration know how she’s handling this.
“Oh, it’s immediate family only.”
“Listen,” I grit out, ready to go off on her, when a male voice stops me.
“Mr. Montgomery?” I turn to face a man in a white coat and blue scrubs. “I’m Dr. Jones. I’m on call. Dr. Armstrong filled me in on Bellamy’s history. Come on. I’ll take you to her.”
“Thank fuck,” I mutter, and hurry along behind him. “How are they?”
“They’re getting her settled in a private bay. I’m preparing to perform an ultrasound on the baby,” Dr. Jones explains.
My hands tremble as we reach the end of the hall, and he grips the curtain tightly pulling it open before stepping back and motioning for me to go in. My heart stops when I see Bellamy lying in bed, hooked up to IVs and monitors on her belly for the baby. Her eyes are closed. She’s pale. She’s never been more beautiful. Rushing to her side, I pull a chair next to her bed and gently take her hand in mine, pressing a kiss to her palm.
My eyes find Sloane on the other side of the bed. She offers me a weak smile. “I’ll give you some time,” she says, standing to leave.
“Sloane,” I call after her.
She stops and turns to look at me.
“Thank you for being with her until I got here,” I say, with a lump growing in my throat.
“That’s what family does,” she says, before spinning and walking out the door.
Turning my attention back to Bellamy, I rest one hand on her belly, careful of the monitors, and the other gently pushes her hair back out of her eyes.
Slowly, her eyes flutter open, and she offers me a weak smile. “Hey, did you win?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I reply, as I stand and lean over her, careful of all the wires. “Hey, beautiful,” I say, pressing my lips to her forehead. “You took about fifty years off my life. How are you feeling?”
“Tired, but I’m okay. They said the baby’s vitals look good, too,” she tells me. “Wait, how do you not know if you won?” Her nose scrunches and her brow furrows as if she’s trying to figure out why.
