Something Forever(82)

“Have you notified her family?”

“Yes.” I realized at that moment that I didn’t call her parents, but I would wait and ask Becky or Matthew. I also wanted to tell him that I was her family, too. I was her best friend, her sister, her everything, just like she was mine.

“Is this your sweater?” He placed it in front of me.

“Yes, thank you.”

“We’ll take care of her from here, ma’am. You did a great job.”

The gentleman was sweet and polite. As I watched the stretcher go up the ramp, tears fell down my cheek. I had to hold it together and be strong for her. There were no guarantees in life, but there was hope, and that was what I needed to hold on to.

Nicole and Kate placed their arms around me as we watched the ambulance take off.

“I have Becky’s purse,” Nicole said. “I can drive us to the hospital. Did Becky drive here?”

“Yes. I’ll speak to the restaurant manager about allowing her car to be parked here over night. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I can drive to the hospital.”

“Okay, we’ll meet you there,” Kate confirmed. “Don’t worry, Jenna. Becky is stubborn. She won’t let anything happen to the both of them, but we’ll still pray.”

After I gave them both a hug, I went inside.





Chapter 34

Matthew



When I heard Nicole’s voice on Jenna’s phone, I immediately knew something had happened to Becca. Blood drained out of me before she could complete her sentence by telling me her name. I was pissed off at myself for not being there for her. We were at the tail end of the pregnancy; I should have forced her to stay home.

I hated going to the hospital. It was where everything bad happened in my life. All I could do was pray that my Becca was safe. If something happened to our baby, we would be devastated, but we would get through it. We could adopt. Many people did it.

After inhaling a deep breath, I entered. Becca’s eyes grew wide with happiness to see me as tears streamed down her face. She looked so worried and fragile. “Becca.” I reached over carefully and hugged her with a sigh of relief.

“Everything is fine,” she started to say when I released her, “don’t worry.” Her tears kept coming. I pulled out some Kleenex and wiped them for her. “I was so scared...so scared that I’d lost our baby. They need to do more tests, but the doctor said the baby’s heart rate was strong. He even showed me on the ultrasound.”

I held her hand as she told me the rest. “The doctor will come by to explain everything to you. He wants to talk to you, too. He told me that I’m going to be on bed rest and will most likely have a cesarean. He’s hoping that the baby will hold on till at least two weeks prior to the due date, so I need to be on bed rest for about a month. He’s going to let me know what dates are available.”

I kissed Becca’s hand. “Don’t worry about a thing. I’m going to take care of you. I’m also going to hire someone when I have to go into the office. I can do most of the work from home, but I’ll have to go in for meetings. We have the New York Fashion Show to get ready for, but I won’t be going.”

Becky nodded with a smile. It was the first time I’d seen her so vulnerable. My Becca the firecracker was scared, and though I needed to be strong for the both of us, a part of me was, too.

“Should I call your parents?”

“No. Let’s see what happens. I don’t want to worry them. I’ll call them later.”

“Jenna, Max, Nicole, and Kate are waiting in the waiting room. Do you want to see them? You don’t have to if you need your rest.”

“I do. I think Jenna stopped my fall. It could have been worse.”

“Yes, it could have, but it’s all good. Let’s be thankful for that.” I said those words more for me, because the thought of Becca hitting her head, or hurting any part of her body—or worse, something happening to our baby from the fall—was driving me insane. I had to think of something positive. “I’ll go get them.”



Becky

Matthew tried to hide that he was scared, but I could see right through him. Never had I seen him distraught before, except for the time he found out about Amber killing Tessa. I knew the reason why. He was most likely blaming himself for not being there. Although I hated the idea of being on bed rest for a month or so, I had to do it for the safety of our child and for me. At least this would force me to catch up with all of the submissions deadlines.

My friends didn’t know how to act around me when they first entered the room. Their smile was plastered on their faces, somewhere between genuine and forced. When I let out a snort, they laughed with me.