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Chapter 52🥀They're

🎶Listen to Enough by Alex Roe🎵

*CHICAGO'S POV*

3 months later

I naturally wake up from my sleep. I check the time on my alarm clock.

6:20 am

I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom knowing very well Jean will be here in ten minutes.

I come out five minutes later wrapped in a white robe. I run to the closet and come out dressed in grey sweatpants with a matching oversize grey hoodie that covers my showing belly.

I've been dressing this way for the last two months due to the paparazzi.

I take two of my vitamin tablets and head downstairs. The tablets were prescribed to me by my obstetrician.

I was also given a few more to lessen my morning sickness and dizzy sprees.

When I enter the kitchen Jean is seated at the dinner table munching on a cookie. She smiles at me as I take a sit. Tamika places a plate of chicken mac and cheese in front of me and I start stuffing my face.

***

The drive to the hospital is quiet. I don't want to be spoken to and Jean respects that.

I watch re-runs of Everybody loves Raymond to try cheer up my mood while Jean does some work related stuff on her iPad.

Edward keeps watching us from the rear view mirror.

If he senses the tension in the car... he's good at hiding it.

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When we enter the hospital's parking lot, Chad together with his security team are already waiting for us. He leads us to the elevator as a few paparazzi try to take pictures of us.

I walk with my head facing down and my hoodie covering my face.

A few nurses, who are used to seeing us, wave as we walk past them through the corridors but we ignore the politely.

When we enter the Hughes private hospital room my eyes catch Wes pale body lying on the bed.

The irritating sound of the life support machine beeps rhythmically round the room.

Katherine is seated beside him staring.

When Richard found out about Katherine, he filed for a restraining order but canceled it when he found out that it's her who saved Wes.

Though they talk I can still sense some bad blood between them.

I hesitate to enter the room but I do. I've been coming here every single day for the past three months yet when it's time to enter Wes' room I usually hesitate to do so.

Maybe it's because I'm scared that one day I'll not find him there.

He'll be gone.

I feel warm streaks of tears roll down my face. Jean sees me crying and both her and Katherine excuse themselves.

Once I'm all alone with Wes I walk to him and touch his face. Dr.Carla said he might wake up any day from now. I'm very anxious and can't wait.