An incessant beeping pounded in my head. It had to be my damn alarm. Why the hell would I set my alarm? I didn’t have a job anymore. When did my phone get such an annoying ringtone? It didn’t matter. I rolled over to turn it off but my arms felt heavy. Fuck my life. It would be just my luck to get sleep paralysis or something.
Peeling my eyes open I shut them again immediately. I never kept my blinds open. What the hell happened last night? My fuzzy brain started putting together the previous nights events. Dinner with Chord. The texts from Cassie. Emmerson and Jimmy in jail. Then nothing. I hoped no one spiked my drink. It could endanger the baby. Fear rushed through me. Forcing my eyes open I blinked until the floating spots left my sight.
I was in a strange sterile looking room. The lone window in the room let in the horrible sunshine. Sitting on the ledge by the window were the only bits of color. A bouquet of gerbera daisy’s were in a vase next to a stuffed octopus.
“What the hell?” I mumbled.
Something gave my hand a squeeze. My gaze landed on someone holding my hand while laying their head on the bed. It was Chord. A rumbling sound that was reminiscent of a bear hibernating came out of him. How did I not know he snored?
“You only slept with him once, dummy. And you didn’t do much sleeping.” Queen B shook her head.
The head moved. An eye opened and met my gaze.
He shot to a sitting position then climbed onto the bed and pulled my to him. His strong arms held me tight. I took in a deep breath as I wrapped my arms around him. We sat like that for what seemed like an hour. He pulled away. His eyes roamed my body.
“You scared me, baby.”
“Why? What happened?”
A quizzical look passed over his handsome features. “You passed out. We’re in the hospital.”
“A hospital?” I tried to remember.
“Yep. You gave us all a fright.”
I tried to remember what happened but it was all blacked out.
“Sounds like someone roofied you if you ask me.” Queen B swirled her martini.
“How long have I been in here?”
He sighed. “Two days.”
I nodded then slapped my hands on my stomach. “Is everything ok? Nothing happened to little monster did it?”
“No. She’s fine.” Chord grinned.
“You mean he.”
He shook his head. “No. It’s officially a she. The doctor kind of spilled the beans.”
“A little girl that is going to be the spitting image of her beautiful mother.”
I felt the heat rise up my neck. Chord lifted my hand to his lips placing a light kiss on the palm.
“I’ll be right back. I need to tell the nurse you’re awake.” He stood and left the room.
The crumpled clothing he wore told me he’d been with me for the past two days. I hope he told Grams about everything. She’d be worried to death when I didn’t come home.
“Look who’s awake.” A cheerful voice said.
“I didn’t mean to take such a long nap.”
The young woman in a white coat looked at my chart. “How are you feeling, Rhapsody?”
She let out a little laugh. “Well, it seems your sense of humor is still intact. Let’s take your vitals.”
I scooted to a sitting position. She adjusted the stethoscope that hung around her neck. I stared at the wall while she listened to all of the important beats.
“Do you know what happened to me?”
“It looks like your blood pressure spiked to dangerous levels. Also, you were incredibly dehydrated. You need to drink more water. Over your long nap,” She smiled at me. “We were able to get your vitals under control. It was touch and go for a bit when you first got here.”
I stared down at my chipped nails thinking over what the doctor had said.
“You know that young man hasn’t left your side.”
“Oh he’s not my husband.”
The doctor looked at me. “Boyfriend?”
I bit my lip and agreed. I wasn’t sure what made me want to lie about the state of Chord and my relationship. All I knew was I didn’t want this pretty doctor getting ideas. He may only be little monster’s dad but I didn’t want some successful doctor to come in and snap him up.
“He’s a keeper.” She finished up her tests then smiled. “Well, it seems everything is normal.”
“Even with the baby?”
She smiled. “That little girl is just as strong as her mama. However, I’m recommending bedrest for the remainder of your pregnancy. We don’t want you passing out again and injuring yourself or the baby.”
“You mean in bed 24/7?”
“No but you will need to be in bed most of the day. When you do get out of bed it can only be for short periods of time.”
“This sounds like it’s right up your alley. You get to initiate your sloth mode.” Queen B cackled.
“This isn’t going to work. I need to find a new job.”
“Rhapsody, for the sake of yours and your baby’s health you will need to job hunt from the comfort of your bed. Do you have someone who can take care of you? If not, we can connect you with a visiting nurse.”
“She does.” Chord walked over to the bed, grabbed my hand in his then took his place sitting on my bed.
He looked at me then to the doctor. “She does. I’ll take care of her.”
My jaw dropped open.
“Oh great. You’re doing your slack-jawed yocal thing again. Shut your mouth before a bug flies in there.” Queen B grimaced.
The doctor smiled. “Fantastic. Now, I think you’re ready to get out of here. I will have your discharge papers processed so you can head out.”
I watched the doctor disappear behind the door. Once the door was closed I turned toward Chord.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
He avoided my gaze by busying himself with putting random items in a bag to leave. “I’m getting your things ready to leave.”
“You know damn well I’m not talking about that.” I sat up further on the bed. “Why would you tell the doctor you would be taking care of me?”
Chord sucked in a deep breath then turned back to me. “I plan on taking care of the woman I love and my unborn child.”
I blinked at him. “The woman you…what?”
He came over and took my hands in his. The blue in his eyes drew me in. “I know you don’t trust me right now. My fuck ups have been epic. I don’t deserve you to give me a second chance.”
“Aren’t we on your fourth or fifth chance?” I asked.
“Yeah probably and it seems I will probably fuck up again. However, I want to show you how much you mean to me and how I will stop at nothing to make you understand that no one will love you and our little bean more than I will. Let me take care of you. If after a few weeks you want to go back home then I will take you back to your Grams’ house. Just give me those weeks.” His eyes pleaded with me.
“What do you have to lose? Grams won’t be able to wait on you hand and foot. Cassie would really fuck it up. Let the loser have his chance.” Queen B shrugged.
My thoughts swirled around in my head. Doubt, fear and worry flowed through me. But, when I looked at Chord all of those feelings calmed. Though my trust has been bruised by him I still had a feeling of safety when I thought about being with Chord.
Chord’s face lit up. “I swear you won’t regret this. I promise this will be the best thing-“
“Hold that thought. I have a few stipulations. First, I will not be living in that den of nasty you share with those three idiots. Second, I will need to stop at home to get a few things. Third, we are not sharing a bed. If that means you sleep on the couch then that’s what that means. Take it or leave it.”
He grinned. “Sounds great. I forgot to tell you that I have my own place now. So no more idiots.” I raised my eyebrows at that. “Well, no other idiots but me. Everything else is doable. We can stop at your Grams’ place then head over to mine. I have a spare room that I can sleep in.”
I sighed. “Alright. I guess that’s all set. We just have to wait for the paperwork.”
“I give you a week before he has is head planted between your thighs.” Queen B slurped her martini.
“Are we ready to go?” A nurse entered the room.
“We are so ready.” Chord said enthusiastically.
The nurse and I looked at Chord then shook our heads. This set up was going to blow up in my face.