“I have four daughters. I like when my guys do right by girls. You know what you have to do?” he asked.
I nodded again and reached to shake his hand.
First, I had to make sure she was okay… Then I had to somehow prove that my love for her was genuine… and I had to see if I even had a chance with her.
As I ran toward the entrance of the rink with my hockey bag slung over my shoulder, it finally dawned on me that I was skipping a game to be with her…
And I was damn proud to be doing it.
57. Sav
“Everything looks okay,” my doctor confirmed. “But you were right to come in, especially now that you’re moving into your third trimester.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew I probably initially overreacted, but in my defense, I only freaked because after I fell, I stopped feeling him move.
As soon as I got to the hospital, he was kicking me like crazy again.
I laughed now as I watched him move around on the ultrasound.
“He’s a hyper little guy, isn’t he?” the doctor chuckled.
“I feel like he’s kicking me all the time.” I had a feeling he would probably take after Nick.
Someone was arguing outside my curtained room then, and I craned my neck to hear.
“Sir, you cannot go in there!”
The curtain was ripped back then revealing a determined looking Griff with furious eyes.
“You okay?” he demanded.
“Noo!”
His face fell and it looked like his knees were going to give out. He put a hand to his forehead and used his other to steady himself against the wall.
A split-second later I realized that was not the time to say ‘no’.
“I meant no, you’re not supposed to skip your game! I’m okay!”
The doctor looked a little freaked out. I nodded that everything was alright, and she backed out of the room pretty swiftly after that.
I hoisted myself up off the hospital bed and shuffled to where Griff was holding himself against the wall. I walked into him and hugged his head against my chest. His body was trembling, and I felt awful for scaring him.
“I’m okay. I promise. I meant, like ‘No! You’re supposed to be in Ohio getting on the ice soon.’”
He still didn’t budge or say anythingback.
“I’ve taken way worse spills than that,” I patted his back. “I feel more bad for Beau… He’s home all alone. I’m totally okay,” I tried to reassure him.
“Not pregnant, Savannah,” he said in a low voice. “You haven’t taken worse spills when pregnant.”
“That’s true, I haven’t. But everything’s okay. And if this baby here is anything like Nick, he probablylikedthe fall. Prolly felt like free-falling to him,” I laughed in an effort to lighten the situation. “I can’t believe you came all the way here though… I thought you were mad at me.”
“No,” he responded quickly.
“Oh… Okay.” I went back to rubbing his back. I couldn’t believe how hard he was taking this.
I was struck then with just how much he truly cared aboutme…
