My blood runs cold, and I sway on my feet as I stare down at the evidence of what I knew the moment I looked in my shorts.
I’m losing our baby.
My first thought is to get Killian. To call out to my mom or Bella and get them to get help, but I quickly dismiss the idea.
I can’t call him in here on the happiest day of our lives and tell him I’m losing the baby he didn’t even know about.
A sharp, stabbing pain lashes at my right side and I double over, my arms wrapping around myself as I suck in a sharp breath.
What the fuck is happening to me?
I can hear my mom and Bella’s voices through the door as they gush over my dress, but they feel a million miles away.
I want to scream but I hold it back, instead taking deep breaths and willing the pain to stop.
I pull the rest of my clothes off, grabbing anything I can from my bag and pulling those on as quickly as possible.
I need a doctor.
A knock sounds on the door, making me jump and I freeze. “Daisy, I’m going to find your dad and Bella’s going to check in with the wedding planner. We’ll be back shortly.”
I bite down on my lip to stop myself from crying out when another stabbing pain contracts my insides.
Sweat builds along my hairline as I wait for the click of the door closing behind them and the moment it does, I pull the bathroom door open.
The makeup artist, who’s still packing away her equipment, whirls around, the smile dropping off her face when she catches sight of me.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” she asks, dropping the items in her hands and rushing over to me.
I shake my head, my limbs feeling weak. “I need to go to the hospital.”
“Do you want me to go and get your mom?”
“No. Please, don’t,” I beg, gripping her arm before she can go and find someone.
The room around me spins, my vision blurring and she must see something in my expression because she nods and guides me toward the door.
“I…” I croak, my voice not sounding like my own. “I don’t feel good.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to get someone?” she asks again, panic lining her every word.
I shake my head. “No. Please, don’t tell anyone.”
She guides me to her car, helping me into the passenger seat and I slump over, the pain almost too much to bear. A door closes next to me, and I feel the rumble of the car beneath me as this woman that I’ve only met one other time, peels out of the parking lot.
Killian’s face flashes in my mind. Him standing at the altar waiting for me with his hands tucked into the pockets of his tux and his best friends standing beside him with proud smiles on their faces as he waits for those doors to open.
I picture the look on his face when they open, and he realises that I’m not there. The questions he will have when no one can find me.
And then, I pass out.
***
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My mouth is unusually dry as I try to wet my lips. There’s a strange beeping noise in my ear and it feels as though someone has dumped a tonne of bricks on my abdomen.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
