Page 53 of The Ties That Bind
Sir growled in frustration but took his foot off the gas so the police vehicle could maneuver around them.
With sirens still blaring, Sir reluctantly followed behind.
Brie reached out and placed her hand on his thigh, needing his physical presence.
Sir did not take his eyes off the road but assured her, “Everything is going to be fine, babygirl.”
There was no hint of doubt in his voice, and Brie held onto that as her fears continued to grow. The baby was coming three weeks early—just like Hope.
Brie felt certain the baby was struggling and was the reason it was being so active right now.
What if this baby doesn’t survive this…?
Brie gasped, unable to bear the thought, and started to cry.
“Don’t,” Sir commanded, as he stared straight ahead. “Focus only on the positive.”
Brie nodded, squeezing her eyes shut to force the tears back while she focused on her breathing.
I’m here, little one. Daddy is getting us to the hospital as fast as he can so we can meet you.
Brie repeated those words over and over, not allowing herself to think about anything else.
After what seemed like an eternity, Sir pulled up to the hospital entrance where a nurse was waiting for them with a wheelchair.
Sir quickly helped her out of the vehicle and into the wheelchair. “I’ll park the car and find you.”
“I don’t want you to leave me,” Brie cried, breaking down in tears.
Sir took her hand and squeezed it. “I’ll be as quick as I can, babygirl.”
A man walking into the hospital stopped midstride and turned to him. “I’ll park the car and leave the keys at the front desk, if you’d like.”
Sir hesitated for only a second before handing him the keys. “Thank you. Your name is…?”
“Kyle.”
Sir nodded to him before following Brie inside. “Aren’t you worried about your car?”
He shook his head. “No. The car means nothing right now.”
Brie took his hand and kissed it, strengthened by his uncompromising love.
Once they reached the maternity floor, Brie was rushed to a private room where Dr. Glas was waiting for them. He smiled when he saw her.
“Just like the last one, your babe is anxious to greet the world.”
“I’m scared,” Brie confessed, unconsciously echoing Kylie’s words on the day she died. “There’s something’s wrong with the baby. I can feel it.”
“Let me make that assessment,” Dr. Glas stated firmly, asking her to undress. As he helped her onto the examination table and pulled out the stirrups, the doctor met her gaze. “You and your babe will receive the best care, lass.”
Brie nodded, trusting him despite her growing panic. She threw a worried glance Sir’s way as Dr. Glas placed the fetal heart monitor on her stomach.
The baby’s heart rate was erratic, rapidly beating one moment, then slowing way down the next.
Dr. Glas nodded thoughtfully and donned his gloves. He pressed his fingers inside her and smiled when he felt the opening of her cervix. “The good news is you’re progressing nicely. However, the babe is in distress. I suspect the cord is wrapped around the neck so we’ll fill your womb with additional fluid to relieve any pressure the umbilical cord may be causing.”
“Is that dangerous?” Sir asked in concern.
