It was two o’clock in the fucking morning and those three words, words that had previously made his heart race with the promise of a good time in his future, had his blood running cold. Because Jessie wouldn’t be messaging him in the middle of the night if everything was okay. Something had to be wrong. Something with her… or the baby.
Christ.His fingers trembled as he forcedhimself to calm the fuck down and type out a reply.She hadn’t called. If it was something really bad, she would have called.
Right? Fuck. He typed out his response as fast as he could.
Yeah. Everything okay? Nausea level?
Three little dots popped up, and disappeared. Only to pop up again a second later. His eyes burned as he stared at the bright screen, but he didn’t even dare blink.
Nausea is barely there. Maybe a two. I just woke up and ate a cracker with some peanut butter. The band is still working.
So everything’s good?
So good.
I think I felt the baby move.
Holy. Shit.
That’s incredible! What did it feel like?
Like a little bubble…
or a bee buzzing under my muscle for a second.
Their littlebumblebeehad moved.
And he’d fucking missed it.
I’m coming over.
No, you can’t.
Fuck that. He wasn’t going to miss this moment with her. Hawk hit the camera button and waited for her to pick up. But she didn’t. The call ended with an automatic note that Jessie was unavailable to talk.
Answer my video call.
He hit the button again and waited…
*Declined*
Jessie!
It’s the middle of the night and I need to sleep. I’m organizing Lach’s paperwork again and it’s taking all my brain power.
You can sleep if I come over. I’ll just keep my hand on your belly. I have warm hands. You’ll sleep like the little bee growing in your belly.
So, not at all seeing as how he’s clearly one of those babies who wants to be up at all hours of the night bugging his mama?
I’ll sneak in. It was my specialty when I was sixteen. I’ve still got the moves. No one will know I’m there.
No. You know your left ankle clicks every fifth step. My mom would hear that in a heartbeat and probably try to wack you over the head with one of her cast iron pans.
Hawk chuckled at the image of Dolly shocked as shit to see him in her house bounced through his mind. Better her cast iron pans than Daniel’s shotgun.
I think I just felt him again! I’m going to die if it’s not the baby and I’m texting you about gas.
I want you to tell me about everything. Even if it is gas, I want to know.
