Page 55 of A Kind Wedding: Christian & Charleigh

“Wait.” I walked over and sniffed his neck. “Damn, you smell sexy.” I grinned. “How are we supposed to have dinner with my parents when all I’ll be thinking about is getting home and ripping your clothes off?”

“Thanks, Charleigh.” He took my hand and placed it over his rapidly rising cock.

I laughed as I kissed his lips. “Let’s go, bad boy.”

“How am I a bad boy when you’re the one doing this to me? You know I can’t control it when it comes to you,” he said as we climbed into the car.

We arrived at LA Prime, where my parents sat in a booth waiting for us.

“Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.” I smiled as I climbed in across from them.

“Hi, baby.” My dad grinned. “Christian.” He extended his hand.

“Gordy, it’s good to see you again. Jillian, you look as beautiful as always.”

“Thank you, Christian.”

After ordering our drinks, we placed an order for an appetizer while we talked and looked over the menu. My mom and I talked about the wedding, while Christian and my father talked about sports. Suddenly, my father slumped over as his head hit the table.

“Dad!” I shouted, and Christian jumped up from his seat.

Christian pulled him out of the booth and laid him on the floor.

“He’s not breathing,” he said as he ripped open his shirt and began CPR. “Charleigh, call 911 now! He’s in cardiac arrest.”

The restaurant went silent, and everyone seemed paralyzed as they stared. My mother was crying as she held my father’s hand. The adrenaline rushing through me was fierce as I helped Christian.

“Come on, Daddy. Don’t do this to us,” I cried.

It had been six minutes when the ambulance arrived, and the paramedics ran in.

“I’m a cardiothoracic surgeon,” Christian said as he grabbed the Automatic Electronic Defibrillator from the paramedic's hand.

I placed the electrode pads on my father’s chest, and Christian pushed the button.

“He’s got a pulse,” Christian said. “Get him to Cedars now!” He looked at the paramedics.

“I’m going with him,” my mother cried.

“We’re right behind you,” Christian spoke.

The paramedics put my father in the ambulance, turned the sirens on, and took off. Christian and I ran to the car. I couldn’t stop crying as we followed behind the ambulance.

“Babe, he’s going to be okay.” Christian placed his hand on my thigh.

“He has to be.” Tears streamed down my face.

Christian pulled up behind the ambulance and threw the car in park.

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Christian

“Get him intubated and start a line,” I shouted to the team of nurses in the room. “I want a basic metabolic panel, CBC, and a troponin, stat!”

Charleigh’s hands shook as she placed the electrodes on her father’s chest for an EKG.

“I got this, babe. Go and be with your mom.”

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