Becky’s room. Jacob gave him death stares and Caleb sure wasn’t smiling. Damon stood outside Becky’s room and moved when the doctor came out and went straight to him. They stood together at the side of the door.
“Mr. Chet, your wife needs to take it easy. Becky has high blood pressure and is showing signs of rare, early preeclampsia. As she is still in her first trimester we can’t do anything but it will hopefully go away. She was lucky the fall didn’t cause any harm to the baby. Dr. Stinson is an OBGYN, a good one.”
Doubt seeped into his mind. Was this child his? “How far along is she?”
The doctor didn’t seem to break his stride as he said, “For twelve weeks she seems right on target.”
Fuck, that was Vegas. Why the hell hadn’t she told him? Why hadn’t she contacted him? “Is she awake?”
“Mrs. Chet is resting. You can go in two at a time, but only one other visitor at a time. We’ll watch her for the concussion tonight but she won’t be going home until her blood pressure lowers. Once it’s lowered we will discharge her as long as she has someone to look after her and make sure she has an appointment with an OBGYN.”
He nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. His whole world was changing. “Can I go in and see her now?”
“Yes, but she needs as little stress as possible.” The doctor looked him up and down. “I have the number for Dr. Stinson the OBGYN.”
“I have the money to pay. Can I have the number?”
“Sure. I’ll give it to you before you and your wife leave. I’ll write a referral, too.”
“Thank you.”
The doctor smiled and walked away.
“Why the fuck is the doctor calling Becky your wife? I thought I heard someone say before we left, that you’d called her that when she fell, but I thought you said that to get to her.”
Clenching his fists, Damon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he sighed. “Can we talk about this after we’ve seen Becky?”
Jacob glared at him for a while before he sighed and nodded. “Fine. I want to talk about what he was going on about with a baby”
“Um…yeah, okay.” Unclenching his fists, Damon opened the door to Becky’s room and they stepped inside. She lay in bed with a drip in her arm and monitors everywhere. There were two chairs in the room and he picked up one and sat it beside the bed.
Becky’s eyes fluttered open and she groaned. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone.”
Grinding his teeth, Damon gripped the edge of the bed and took deep breaths to calm himself. “Why?”
She avoided his gaze. “I’m not your type.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks and he swore. “What the fuck? If you’re not my type, then why the hell did I marry you?”
“I don’t know, maybe you thought it would keep your work happy. It didn’t even feel like a real wedding. I mean, shouldn’t there have been a lot more paperwork, and don’t you have to send it all away to be registered and so on? Not only that, I’m Australian. Don’t I need to do extra stuff?”
Scrubbing his face, Damon prayed for patience. She thought they weren’t really married. Right now he wished they weren’t. He was so angry. “Everything was sent away. I received a confirmation and have both certificates. You are my wife.”
“What the fuck?” Jacob growled and stormed over to Damon. “How could you? You cunt!”
Jacob’s fist connected to his face and Damon reeled back before bracing himself, ready for more off Jacob, he would only hit him once, he deserved that. Jacob came at him again and this time he hit him, but Jacob punched his stomach.
Becky yelled, “Stop. Stop now! Jacob, please let me talk to Damon. When I send him out you can talk to me if you still want to.”
Jacob’s eyes darted from him to a pale Becky, then back to him. “When you’re done I want to talk.” Damon knew he didn’t want to talk. Jacob wanted to fight. Damon nodded and Jacob turned to Becky. “Sweetheart, I’ll be back
“Mr. Chet, your wife needs to take it easy. Becky has high blood pressure and is showing signs of rare, early preeclampsia. As she is still in her first trimester we can’t do anything but it will hopefully go away. She was lucky the fall didn’t cause any harm to the baby. Dr. Stinson is an OBGYN, a good one.”
Doubt seeped into his mind. Was this child his? “How far along is she?”
The doctor didn’t seem to break his stride as he said, “For twelve weeks she seems right on target.”
Fuck, that was Vegas. Why the hell hadn’t she told him? Why hadn’t she contacted him? “Is she awake?”
“Mrs. Chet is resting. You can go in two at a time, but only one other visitor at a time. We’ll watch her for the concussion tonight but she won’t be going home until her blood pressure lowers. Once it’s lowered we will discharge her as long as she has someone to look after her and make sure she has an appointment with an OBGYN.”
He nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. His whole world was changing. “Can I go in and see her now?”
“Yes, but she needs as little stress as possible.” The doctor looked him up and down. “I have the number for Dr. Stinson the OBGYN.”
“I have the money to pay. Can I have the number?”
“Sure. I’ll give it to you before you and your wife leave. I’ll write a referral, too.”
“Thank you.”
The doctor smiled and walked away.
“Why the fuck is the doctor calling Becky your wife? I thought I heard someone say before we left, that you’d called her that when she fell, but I thought you said that to get to her.”
Clenching his fists, Damon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he sighed. “Can we talk about this after we’ve seen Becky?”
Jacob glared at him for a while before he sighed and nodded. “Fine. I want to talk about what he was going on about with a baby”
“Um…yeah, okay.” Unclenching his fists, Damon opened the door to Becky’s room and they stepped inside. She lay in bed with a drip in her arm and monitors everywhere. There were two chairs in the room and he picked up one and sat it beside the bed.
Becky’s eyes fluttered open and she groaned. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone.”
Grinding his teeth, Damon gripped the edge of the bed and took deep breaths to calm himself. “Why?”
She avoided his gaze. “I’m not your type.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks and he swore. “What the fuck? If you’re not my type, then why the hell did I marry you?”
“I don’t know, maybe you thought it would keep your work happy. It didn’t even feel like a real wedding. I mean, shouldn’t there have been a lot more paperwork, and don’t you have to send it all away to be registered and so on? Not only that, I’m Australian. Don’t I need to do extra stuff?”
Scrubbing his face, Damon prayed for patience. She thought they weren’t really married. Right now he wished they weren’t. He was so angry. “Everything was sent away. I received a confirmation and have both certificates. You are my wife.”
“What the fuck?” Jacob growled and stormed over to Damon. “How could you? You cunt!”
Jacob’s fist connected to his face and Damon reeled back before bracing himself, ready for more off Jacob, he would only hit him once, he deserved that. Jacob came at him again and this time he hit him, but Jacob punched his stomach.
Becky yelled, “Stop. Stop now! Jacob, please let me talk to Damon. When I send him out you can talk to me if you still want to.”
Jacob’s eyes darted from him to a pale Becky, then back to him. “When you’re done I want to talk.” Damon knew he didn’t want to talk. Jacob wanted to fight. Damon nodded and Jacob turned to Becky. “Sweetheart, I’ll be back
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