Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Don’t you dare,” I say, giving him a playful push backward. “You do your regular prep and keep your head fully in the game.”
“My head hasn’t been fully in the game since I met you,” he mutters as he turns toward the mirror on the inside of the closet door and checks out my handiwork.
I practically glow from the pleasure of those words. He doesn’t mean it to the extent I’m messing with his game because Bain’s playing phenomenally. He only means that I now occupy space in his thoughts.
“It’s been the same for me,” I admit, and our eyes lock through the reflection of the mirror.
“Do you want to go out tonight after the game?” he asks.
That was his habit when he was a single man, but he hasn’t been doing that often, preferring to spend time in bed with me.
“Sure.” I’m still a little uncertain how our relationship is going to work, so I add, “But if you want a guys’ night out—”
Bain whirls on me. “I want you by my side, so whether it’s here or out with the gang, you’re the thing I want most.”
I suck in a breath because he keeps hitting me with words that make me nearly swoon. I whisper a warning, “You better stop that.”
He smiles, eyes dancing with amusement. “Why’s that?”
I’m not willing to admit that I’ve fallen very hard for him, so I play it off. “Because it might make you late for the game.”
Just to be sure, Bain checks his watch and grimaces. “I’m already a little late. I gotta go.”
I put my hands on his ribs and turn him toward the door. I follow him out to the living room where he picks up his duffel and lays his suit jacket over the top of it. He won’t put it on until he gets to the arena and he doesn’t bother with a coat since he parks in the underground garage. One more kiss at the door that starts sweet but turns hot, causing us both to moan and then he’s gone.
I watch his car pull out of the driveway and then realize I really need to pee. I’ve been trying to be diligent in upping my water intake and now that the man who has commanded all my focus is gone, my bladder is piping up.
In the bathroom, I shimmy my leggings down and sit on the toilet to do my business. My head is in the clouds thinking of Bain, but as I’m wiping, I glance down and see blood in the bowl. My heart skips a beat when I see the toilet paper has a large spot of bright red blood, about the size of a quarter.
I wipe again with new paper, and only a slight smear appears. It doesn’t lessen the hammering of my heart or the fear constricting my chest.
My mind filters through all the stuff I’ve learned about pregnancy either through Dr. Segal or the voluminous reading I’ve been doing. Spotting can be normal and nothing to worry about.
But is this spotting?
It was a spot.
A large spot but it was so bright red.
Panic has me slinging my panties and leggings up, dashing through the house to the kitchen where I left my phone.
There’s a moment where I consider calling Brienne but change my mind at the last second. Bain deserves to know what’s going on.
He answers on the second ring, his tone playful. “Missed me that much?”
“I’m bleeding.”
I’m not sure if it’s the two words or the fear in my voice but all he says is, “I’m turning around.”
And then he hangs up.
I run back to the bathroom, pull my pants down and terror clogs my throat as I see more blood in my panties. It’s been mere seconds since I wiped.
Tears flood my eyes as I search through my cabinets, looking for pads I normally keep stashed away. I grab one and toss it on the vanity, pushing my panties and leggings all the way off. I turn toward the bedroom, intent on fresh clothes when the cramp hits me.
A sharp squeezing in my lower belly that knocks the breath out of me.
“No, no, no, no, no,” I pant and then another cramp hits, this one causing me to double over.
Tears stream and I hobble over to the toilet once again. Crossing my arms over my stomach, I lean forward as another cramp hits and this one has me seeing stars.
It goes on, and on, and on, and I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.
And then… it stops.
CHAPTER 29
Bain
I jump out of the car with my keys in hand because I know Kiera always keeps the door locked. I sprint across the lawn, up the front porch and somehow miraculously get the key to flip the latch with ease. The door slams into the wall as I throw it open and call out, “Kiera!”