The Wounded Love novel Chapter 82

I covered my groan with a cough and tried to act normal as Dante rambled on about what he had for lunch.

Stay in! I foolishly and silently yelled at my stomach.

I was beginning to have flash backs of the horrifying things I witnessed while Jade was giving birth and, as irrational as I may have been, thought that I could get out of it by staying quiet.

He or she would just have to stay where it was.

"Skyla, why are you making that face? I know you don't like lobster but I ate it two hours ago at a restaurant that's four miles away."

"It's like a giant bug." F*ck that hurt.

"Are you okay?"

"Mmhmm." No!

"No you're not. Tell me what's wrong." He demanded, forgetting all about his lobster.

"Nothing! So lobster, tell me about your giant sea insect."

"Your water broke!" Dante finally saw the big wet spot on my pants.

"Yeah, but I don't want to -?Ahh -?I can't do this!"

"Of course you can!" He tried to encourage. "Everything will be fine."

"Oh, easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to push a person out of your vagina!"

"Yes, well you're not the only one who's afraid. I'm having a baby too and although you dragged me to those classes and made me read all of those books, I have no idea what's going to happen. Please let me take you to the hospital. They'll walk us through it and calm the both of us down."

"Fine." I gave in, feeling guilty by the look of worry that took over his face. "But promise me something."

"Anything."

"Make sure they give me the drugs. I want whatever they have. Promise me you'll get me the drugs."

Dante chuckled. "I promise."

He helped me down the stairs where we were met by my father's private driver. Although we had Dante's car, my father thought it would be a good idea to have someone on call twenty-four seven in case I needed anything.

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