Michael tensed. “Are you headed to the hospital? You’re a couple weeks early,” he said to her.
“Victor is bringing me right now,” she said.
Michael looked at me, brows furrowed together, as if he was unsure about what to say or what to do.
I leaned forward. “We’ll be home as soon as we can, Melissa.”
She sounded heartbroken. “I’m sorry. I promised you that I wouldn’t bother you … but I didn’t know what to do.”
Although she’d promised not to bother us all vacation, knowing that we wanted some peace before the kids came, she wasn’t bothering us. This was serious, and we only had a day left here anyway.
“It’s okay,” I said to her. I didn’t mind it at all. “We only have a day left. We can come back a day earlier for you and your baby.”
After I hung up, I cradled my bump and hurried to our room to pack our suitcases as quickly as possible. Thankfully, since we were supposed to leave tomorrow, I had packed the majority of our things up. I didn’t know if we’d find an earlier flight, but I sure hoped we did. I knew Michael didn’t want to miss the birth of his first grandchild.
Grandchildsounded so weird. Was I considered a grandma now? I wasn’t even a motheryet. Melissa’s son would be growing up with his aunt and uncles. It was a bit weird to think about, but at least they would have someone to play with, right?
Michael walked into the room, pushing his phone into his pocket in a hurry. “I booked the flight. It leaves from Athens in two hours. We’re going to be pressed on time,” he said. He grabbed the suitcase from me. “You’re pregnant, and this is heavy, Mia.”
“I can do it,” I said. “I don’t need your help.”
“Go make sure that we have everything from the other rooms,” he said, nodding to the door. “I’ll do this.”
I gave him a side-eye and searched through the rooms to make sure we didn’t forget anything. I grabbed the bottles of wine and alcohol that I wanted to try from Greece once I gave birth and made sure Michael packed them.
When we were sure we had everything, we hurried to our taxi and rushed to the airport, hoping we would make it on time. The last flight from Karpathos to Athens was going to leave in half an hour, and then our flight from Athens would leave about an hour later.
I didn’t know if we’d make it before Melissa gave birth, but we’d try.
CHAPTER19
MIA
Serena threw her arms around my shoulders as soon as Michael and I got to the hospital room. She and Damien were gathered in the waiting room, standing patiently for any news from the doctors.
“Did she have her baby yet?” I asked, brows furrowed together.
Serena shook her head. “Victor is in there with her. She’s in labor now.”
Michael curled one arm around my waist. “How long?”
Serena looked at Damien, then back at the hallway, grimacing. “About fifteen hours now. They should be getting close, right?” Serena asked, looking up at Damien, who shrugged because he sure as hell didn’t know.
“Melissa took thirteen hours,” Michael said, glancing down the hallway toward the delivery rooms.
I rested a hand on my stomach and felt one of my babies kick. I would be here sometime soon, giving birth to not one, but three, which kinda, sorta terrified me.
Part of me wished that I were with Melissa in the delivery room to give her support, but Victor was good for her. Maybe they were beginning to patch up their relationship, and while he might not be the father, I knew that he loved Melissa with all his heart and that he’d do anything for that baby.
He was more of a man than Mason ever was.
“Did you have a good honeymoon?” Serena asked, taking a seat.
I smiled at her and grasped Michael’s hand. “It was beautiful, except for the two snoring teenagers we sat next to on our flight back.” I yawned, not having gotten any sleep for almost twenty-four hours. From the time change to those annoying brats, I felt like I was about to drop at any moment.
A nurse walked down the hallway, a clipboard in one hand and a smile on her lips. “Melissa Bryne’s family?” she said.
We all stood.
