Runaway Husband

15: The Emergency Contact

Remi:

Oh god my body is so fucking hot. I am squeezing the arms of one of the waiting room chairs, crying out while Andy is talking to the front desk. The pain is unreal. I don't like this. The contractions are almost constant now and fuck I need it to go away! It's too early!

"I just called and spoke to Dr. Adams! He said to bring Remi here! What is the god damn issue."

"Sir, please calm down-"

"Look at him and then tell me to calm down! He needs help!"

"Andy!" I cry out, the familiar pain wrapping around my stomach again. "Andy oh my god please!" Tears are falling down my cheeks and my thighs are shaking. This can't be happening.

"Fucking help him!"

"Ahhhhh!!!!" The room is so dizzy I can't even comprehend it. I want to throw up so bad but I know I shouldn't. I melt to the floor and scream. The pain is so bad. So bad. Andy!

Arms are picking me up and putting me into a wheel chair but my body is sliding off.

"Honey it's okay, they are taking you to a room now."

"Andy," I cry pathetically and feel his hand grab mine. I grip onto him tightly as the room is darkening.

"I know, I know. They are going to help you. Just trust them baby."

I scream as the next contraction hits, my body shaking as I start to gag. I can't hold it anymore. My body is forced forward as I empty my stomach, the cramping increasing as my body starts to shake with it's adrenaline.

"Andy I'm scared," I cry. "Andy Andy Andy please."

I feel his hand on my shoulder but the other people pick me up and place me on a hard bed, fingers touching me everywhere. Just please make it stop. Please protect my baby.

"It's going to sting but it'll send you to sleep Mr. Turner. Breathe through it."

I squeak when I feel something sharp enter my butt check but the floaty feeling after is so amazing. I relax but continue to grip onto Andy's hand, sleep overpowering the contractions. I eventually fully close my eyes and relax, letting the sleep take me away.

"There you go, open your eyes. That's it. Come on now, I don't have all day."

Fuck I wanna spew. I whimper at the strong feeling of nausea and cuddle more into the bed. I need more sleep. The pillow is so soft but not as soft as our bed back home. Oh I want to be back in our bed with my head in Andy's lap. I miss his pets.

"Open your fucking eyes Remington."

Chills run down my spine as I realize who the voice belongs to. I blink a few times and adjust to the lit room, floaties roaming through my eyes as I try to adjust. This is dream, right? Or more like a nightmare.

Ezra is wearing a tight blue button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, his gray slacks on and his hair slicked back like always. I gulp. Were his muscles aways this huge?

My heartbeat starts going rapidly and it even shows up on the heart monitor. Oh no. No no no no. Where is Andy?!

"What are you doing here," I whisper, taking in the room. There's no windows except for one showing outside. I gulp, sweat starting the pool at the crease of my neck.

"Well," he leans over and claps his hands. "I was at work and I received a rather odd phone call. A nurse in Los Angeles said my husband had came in with another man in clear distress. He is 27 weeks pregnant and in preterm labor and that I, his husband, was his emergency contact. So I made sure to catch a short flight to make sure I can be here if my child was born. And I guess to collect my runaway whore of a husband as well."