50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Torn: Chapter Thirteen

    "How is your arm?"

    Brian inspected it, twisting it and flexing it. "It's not broken, I don't think. But something is definitely wrong with it."

    "Help should be here soon," Destiny told him.

    "Yeah, at this point, I'm just glad everyone knows we're in here," he said, looking up towards the camera. "You know...I remember when he had the elevators in this building upgraded. It was a big deal. Accounting kept telling him that he was going over budget. He wanted both audio and video coverage of each elevator. He wanted a speaker system installed in each, in case of emergencies. Accounting basically laughed in his face, but now...now, those upgrades may have just saved the love of his life."

    Destiny smiled sadly. "Those features may have saved both of us," she corrected.

    Brian shook his head. "After this, I'm tempted to take the stairs for the rest of my life."

    She laughed. "I feel the same way. I won't want to ride an elevator any time soon. Too bad we work on the thirty-fourth floor, though. The thought of walking up thirty flights every day? In heels?"

    "Can't be too appealing," he allowed. He paused, and then asked, "When we were falling...what went through your head?"

    She leaned her head back against the elevator wall. "It felt like a lot crossed my mind, all at once. But the thought that seemed to run on a loop for me, was the fact that I would die without getting married, having children, and watching those children grow up."

    "Me too," he said softly. "There's nothing like almost dying, to put your entire life into perspective."

    "Yeah," she agreed.

    "Did you have an idea in your head of how many kids you want to have?"

    "Three or four," she told him.

    "Same. Boy or girl first?"

    She reached down and gingerly touched her stomach. "A boy. So he could be a big brother to any of the girls I had."

    "Smart thinking," he said, his eyes lowering down to her stomach. Unspoken sentiments dwelled in his eyes. "I never personally understood the desire to have only one kid. Kids usually grow up wanting at least one sibling."

    "Right? I couldn't just have one. I wouldn't want my kid to get lonely. I'd have to have at least two."

    He grinned. "You'd make a great mother."

    Warmth touched her heart, and she bowed her head, staring down at her stomach.

    "And you're probably right. You probably have nothing to worry about, as far as that's concerned." He nodded towards her stomach. "Maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part. When you seemed loopy and out of it, I just thought...maybe..."

    "If we get out of this, I'll get checked out, just to be sure," she said. "I don't feel like I am. I did have...my time...back in D.C."

    He nodded in understanding, then turned his head. "What is taking them so long?"

    "I don't know," she whispered, thankful for the change in topic. She listened for the sounds of anyone talking. "It sounds so quiet out there now. The talking we heard before...I can't hear it now."

    "Everyone probably gone back to work," Brian theorized. "Moving on with life, while we're stuck in here."

    "While we almost died," she muttered.