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Moby. I’m going to strangle you. Please hurry!”
“It won’t take me five minutes, baby. Go get dressed.”
So, apparently I can go out without showering, but my dear husband has to look his best. For fuck’s sake. Uttering a grunt, I leave the steam of the bathroom. Seeing Moby’s phone charging on the counter, I grab it instead of hunting for my own. I dial as I walk, needing to dress quickly while trying to call Cam and Dax first. With no luck, I leave a message on Cam’s phone then dial Dax. Straight to voicemail; I leave a message.
Next, I try his parents, both phones ring but no answer. Jesus. It’s six in the morning, and every one of these people goes to work by eight. Fuck! Answer the damn phone—anyone! Panic starts to overtake me as I continue dialing. None of the Fish answer. My parents, nothing. His brothers, nada. For the love of all that’s holy, someone needs to answer the goddamn phone. In sheer desperation, I try my parents one more time. Again negative. Realizing I’m on my own, I drop the phone and put on clothes.
As I finish pulling my hair up into a ponytail, Moby comes dragging out of the bathroom. In the twenty minutes that have passed, he’s visibly worse.
“Do you think you can make it to the car or do I need to call an ambulance?”
“I think you’re being overly dramatic.”
I understand the words, but it sounds like he has rocks in his mouth. He tries to smile at me, but only the right side of his lips turn up in a grin. Moby doesn’t realize it, so I don’t bother to point it out.
“Are you ready?”
He nods as I grab my purse and throw a jacket at him.
“It’s cold outside.”
The wind whips around us, instantly chilling my fingers and stinging my face. While helping him into my SUV, my phone starts to ring in my pocketbook. Not sure why I didn’t think to look there other than my morning has been a tad chaotic. Shutting Moby’s door, I grab my phone to see my dad’s name on the screen. I hesitate to answer knowing how irritated Moby will be when he finds out I called for reinforcement, but if this is what I think it is, I’m going to need someone by my side.
“Hey, Daddy,” I coo into the phone trying to downplay my panic.
“Hey, sweetheart. What has you calling so early this morning?”
Not having gotten in the car, I weigh whether I should brave the weather and tell him standing in the driveway or get in the car and let the chips fall where they may. As in, I’ll have to voice my fears in front of Moby. Since I’m wasting precious time, I opt for the latter.
Moby looks at me funny when I slide into my seat, the cold leather quickly awakens my sense, so I choose to ignore his silent inquiry. “We’re on our way to the hospital.”
My dad simply asks if I’m all right, when I confirm I am but don’t offer any additional information he asks which hospital we’re going to.
“Regional.” I love that my dad has always been able to recognize my needs, even when they’re unspoken. We disconnect with a promise from him to meet us there.
“Was that Cam?”
“No. I haven’t been able to reach her. I tried Dax’s cell, too. I left them both a message, so hopefully, one will call soon. If not, I’m sure Cam will call when she sees I’m not at work.”
“So, who was it?”
Letting out a deep sigh, praying I don’t upset him more by answering, I say, “My dad.”
“Seriously, Piper? You called your dad? You’re making way too big a deal out of this.”
I don’t respond to him and instead fiddle with the heat controls on my seat. I’m not going to argue and risk spiking his blood pressure even more. Each time he speaks, his words are more garbled than the last and I know things are getting worse with each precious second that passes.
S he’s starting to freak me out. No, I don’t feel normal, something’s definitely off kilter, but I don’t think it’s cause for alarm. I can tell she’s nervous, biting the side of her lip, but
“It won’t take me five minutes, baby. Go get dressed.”
So, apparently I can go out without showering, but my dear husband has to look his best. For fuck’s sake. Uttering a grunt, I leave the steam of the bathroom. Seeing Moby’s phone charging on the counter, I grab it instead of hunting for my own. I dial as I walk, needing to dress quickly while trying to call Cam and Dax first. With no luck, I leave a message on Cam’s phone then dial Dax. Straight to voicemail; I leave a message.
Next, I try his parents, both phones ring but no answer. Jesus. It’s six in the morning, and every one of these people goes to work by eight. Fuck! Answer the damn phone—anyone! Panic starts to overtake me as I continue dialing. None of the Fish answer. My parents, nothing. His brothers, nada. For the love of all that’s holy, someone needs to answer the goddamn phone. In sheer desperation, I try my parents one more time. Again negative. Realizing I’m on my own, I drop the phone and put on clothes.
As I finish pulling my hair up into a ponytail, Moby comes dragging out of the bathroom. In the twenty minutes that have passed, he’s visibly worse.
“Do you think you can make it to the car or do I need to call an ambulance?”
“I think you’re being overly dramatic.”
I understand the words, but it sounds like he has rocks in his mouth. He tries to smile at me, but only the right side of his lips turn up in a grin. Moby doesn’t realize it, so I don’t bother to point it out.
“Are you ready?”
He nods as I grab my purse and throw a jacket at him.
“It’s cold outside.”
The wind whips around us, instantly chilling my fingers and stinging my face. While helping him into my SUV, my phone starts to ring in my pocketbook. Not sure why I didn’t think to look there other than my morning has been a tad chaotic. Shutting Moby’s door, I grab my phone to see my dad’s name on the screen. I hesitate to answer knowing how irritated Moby will be when he finds out I called for reinforcement, but if this is what I think it is, I’m going to need someone by my side.
“Hey, Daddy,” I coo into the phone trying to downplay my panic.
“Hey, sweetheart. What has you calling so early this morning?”
Not having gotten in the car, I weigh whether I should brave the weather and tell him standing in the driveway or get in the car and let the chips fall where they may. As in, I’ll have to voice my fears in front of Moby. Since I’m wasting precious time, I opt for the latter.
Moby looks at me funny when I slide into my seat, the cold leather quickly awakens my sense, so I choose to ignore his silent inquiry. “We’re on our way to the hospital.”
My dad simply asks if I’m all right, when I confirm I am but don’t offer any additional information he asks which hospital we’re going to.
“Regional.” I love that my dad has always been able to recognize my needs, even when they’re unspoken. We disconnect with a promise from him to meet us there.
“Was that Cam?”
“No. I haven’t been able to reach her. I tried Dax’s cell, too. I left them both a message, so hopefully, one will call soon. If not, I’m sure Cam will call when she sees I’m not at work.”
“So, who was it?”
Letting out a deep sigh, praying I don’t upset him more by answering, I say, “My dad.”
“Seriously, Piper? You called your dad? You’re making way too big a deal out of this.”
I don’t respond to him and instead fiddle with the heat controls on my seat. I’m not going to argue and risk spiking his blood pressure even more. Each time he speaks, his words are more garbled than the last and I know things are getting worse with each precious second that passes.
S he’s starting to freak me out. No, I don’t feel normal, something’s definitely off kilter, but I don’t think it’s cause for alarm. I can tell she’s nervous, biting the side of her lip, but
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