probably knows about Dray’s condition since he’s a teammate, so I change my tactic. Shyly smiling up at him, I hesitate for a second before saying quietly, “Hey, Jason. How is Dray?”
I see the question in his eyes immediately as he turns his head and blows out a large sigh. “Not good. He has a severe concussion. They really haven’t said anything about his prognosis yet.”
At his words, my heart sinks as an ache starts in the pit of my stomach. Reaching down, I unconsciously try to rub away the discomfort as Jason’s eyes travel down to my actions. Seeing him stare at my stomach and grit his teeth, I start to wonder what his problem is. Looking down, the revelation of what he is thinking hits me like a ton of bricks, and I immediately stop rubbing my belly.
“Well, I guess I know now why you didn’t return my calls.” His voice is laced with anger as he jerks his hand away from my arm.
“Um, this is not what you think, Jason. Dray and I are just...” the word “friends” becomes lodged in my throat, and my hesitation doesn’t help the situation.
“Yeah, whatever,” he replies as he walks past me, shoulders stiff from anger.
Rolling my eyes, I start to turn when I notice everyone in the waiting area staring at either me, or my belly. Great. I silently weigh the option of explaining myself to the entire room, when a doctor walks up to the coach. Hearing him ask something about family, I see the coach drop and shake his head.
Fear clinches at my chest. Oh. My. GOD! Is he dying? He can’t die! He so young and he just now is getting to enjoy the life that he was denied as a child. Trent told me how Dray’s mother was a cracked-out whore who got knocked up by a client. Dray had been in and out of the foster system until, at twelve, he ended up in the same home as Trent. The family that fostered them was only in it for the money, but at least this gave them a chance to stay in the same place and both get college scholarships to achieve a better life. Yes, he is an egotistical male chauvinist pig who loves to embarrass me with sexual innuendoes, but he is Trent’s only brother.
I hear a high-pitched sob and look around, only to realize that it is coming from me. Covering my mouth, I rush over to the doctor and reach to grab at his white coat.
“I’m his family.” The doctor and coach both raise questioning eyebrows at my statement.
“And you are?” The doctor asks.
“Kylie Lord, sir.”
“And may I ask how are you connected to Mr. Savage?”
“I’m his fiancé.” Glancing over at the coach, I see him look at my empty ring finger, and raise his doubting eyes to me. Damn! I’m cutting his wife off at the shop. What could I possibly say to make them believe me? “And his baby’s mama.” Did I just refer to myself as a baby’s mama ? Sweet Jesus. The world is coming to an end. You could have heard a pin drop in that waiting room, and for a busy hospital that is saying something. Shuffling my feet back and forth, I take another look around. I see a few faces with smiles, but mainly hostility meets me. I guess they know that he doesn’t have a child, so I dig myself a little deeper. “Uh, unborn child. Baby. Just found out recently.” I nod my head as the lies roll off, but even to my own ears, they sound like a fabrication.
The coach starts to say something when Mary Grace steps in, speaking to him. I can’t hear their hushed whispers, but finally their small group is staring back at me.
The doctor clears his voice then says, “Please follow me Miss Lord,” putting an emphasis on the Miss . I don’t think I’m fooling anyone, but hey, it’s getting me back to check on Dray so that I can report to Trent. Going through a series of doors, we finally come to a room with another security guard in front of it.
Entering in, I look around only to have my heart do a final crash and burn. Dray lies still as death on the
I see the question in his eyes immediately as he turns his head and blows out a large sigh. “Not good. He has a severe concussion. They really haven’t said anything about his prognosis yet.”
At his words, my heart sinks as an ache starts in the pit of my stomach. Reaching down, I unconsciously try to rub away the discomfort as Jason’s eyes travel down to my actions. Seeing him stare at my stomach and grit his teeth, I start to wonder what his problem is. Looking down, the revelation of what he is thinking hits me like a ton of bricks, and I immediately stop rubbing my belly.
“Well, I guess I know now why you didn’t return my calls.” His voice is laced with anger as he jerks his hand away from my arm.
“Um, this is not what you think, Jason. Dray and I are just...” the word “friends” becomes lodged in my throat, and my hesitation doesn’t help the situation.
“Yeah, whatever,” he replies as he walks past me, shoulders stiff from anger.
Rolling my eyes, I start to turn when I notice everyone in the waiting area staring at either me, or my belly. Great. I silently weigh the option of explaining myself to the entire room, when a doctor walks up to the coach. Hearing him ask something about family, I see the coach drop and shake his head.
Fear clinches at my chest. Oh. My. GOD! Is he dying? He can’t die! He so young and he just now is getting to enjoy the life that he was denied as a child. Trent told me how Dray’s mother was a cracked-out whore who got knocked up by a client. Dray had been in and out of the foster system until, at twelve, he ended up in the same home as Trent. The family that fostered them was only in it for the money, but at least this gave them a chance to stay in the same place and both get college scholarships to achieve a better life. Yes, he is an egotistical male chauvinist pig who loves to embarrass me with sexual innuendoes, but he is Trent’s only brother.
I hear a high-pitched sob and look around, only to realize that it is coming from me. Covering my mouth, I rush over to the doctor and reach to grab at his white coat.
“I’m his family.” The doctor and coach both raise questioning eyebrows at my statement.
“And you are?” The doctor asks.
“Kylie Lord, sir.”
“And may I ask how are you connected to Mr. Savage?”
“I’m his fiancé.” Glancing over at the coach, I see him look at my empty ring finger, and raise his doubting eyes to me. Damn! I’m cutting his wife off at the shop. What could I possibly say to make them believe me? “And his baby’s mama.” Did I just refer to myself as a baby’s mama ? Sweet Jesus. The world is coming to an end. You could have heard a pin drop in that waiting room, and for a busy hospital that is saying something. Shuffling my feet back and forth, I take another look around. I see a few faces with smiles, but mainly hostility meets me. I guess they know that he doesn’t have a child, so I dig myself a little deeper. “Uh, unborn child. Baby. Just found out recently.” I nod my head as the lies roll off, but even to my own ears, they sound like a fabrication.
The coach starts to say something when Mary Grace steps in, speaking to him. I can’t hear their hushed whispers, but finally their small group is staring back at me.
The doctor clears his voice then says, “Please follow me Miss Lord,” putting an emphasis on the Miss . I don’t think I’m fooling anyone, but hey, it’s getting me back to check on Dray so that I can report to Trent. Going through a series of doors, we finally come to a room with another security guard in front of it.
Entering in, I look around only to have my heart do a final crash and burn. Dray lies still as death on the
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