Burn Into Me (Into Me Series Book Two)

Chapter Sixteen - Hesitate

Jet's POV

I groan, leaning back to stretch out my spine. There's a large amount of cracking as relief washes over me. Jackson glances over at me with a worried look. I raise my eyebrow at him and he looks away.

"Heyyyyyy, Jettttt," Nyx giggles.
"What's up?" I respond, glancing at them.
"The purple cow on the ceiling says that you're pretty," they giggle.
Jackson looks at me with widened eyes, "Uh... is that normal?"
"They're coming out of anesthesia, yes, this is perfectly normal," I sigh. "You should have heard the shit you were saying when you came out of surgery." The memory of Jackson rambling about the best pasta shape makes me smile. "I still think gemelli is the best, by the way."
"What are you talking about?" Jackson asks in a confused tone.
"Don't worry about it," I tell him while waving him off.
"What-"
"Oh my god!" Nyx gasps suddenly.
"What?!" Jackson and I jump.
"You guys are marrriieeedd!!!" they yell. I snort, which makes Jackson laugh. "Like you guys really are married and shit. And you're having a kid!" My eyes widen as I shoot daggers at Jackson who blushes deeply but also looks shocked. Nyx was not one of the agreed upon people to tell. I raise my eyebrows accusingly as he holds his hands up innocently, looking as confused as I feel. "Well, you're not having one like NOW but like you're fuckin for one."

Jackson and I let out the breath we were both holding, laughing with Nyx.

That was close.

"Jet, sweetie, can I talk to you?" a voice calls from the door. I turn to see Dr. Evans leaning in the room, his eyebrows raised.
"Yep, coming," I tell him. I kiss Jackson's cheek and stand. "Hang in there, honey," I say to Nyx, patting their hand.
"Okayyyy!!! I'll make sure Jackson behaves while you're gone. She's so pretty, she's like a princess!" Nyx shouts to Jackson.
"Oh, I know," Jackson nods as he smacks my ass when I walk past him. I narrow my eyes at him but ultimately laugh, shoving his shoulder. He grabs my wrist, pulling me down to him. He places a soft kiss on my lips while his free hand rests on my lower abdomen, squeezing it affectionally.

I can't stop the smile this simple action brings on. Every time he grabs or kisses or rubs my stomach, a brand new and bigger wave of excitement mixed with love overtakes me.

A mini us. A mini him. I can't fucking wait. I hope it gets his nose.

"What's up, pops?" I ask Evans, leaning against the nurses' station.
"I just wanted to let you know I got you in with Dr. Ling-Lee for Thursday at 10am. I had to pull a few strings, but I made it happen," he says lowly. He knows I want to keep this from most people until we know it's a real thing.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it," I smile.
"How many weeks are you at, do you think?"
"Uh, six or seven I think," I guesstimate.
"Okay, that's good. Are you taking your prenatals?"
"Yes, Bob, I'm taking my prenatals. I have been for like a year now."
"And you're drinking enough water?"
"Yes."
"And eating enough well-washed fruits and vegetables?"
"Yes!"
"Are you sure?"
"Oh my fucking god, yes!" I snap, getting annoyed.
"Sorry! Just trying to look out for you and my future grandchild," he says defensively.
That makes me smile as I shake my head, "I am a nurse, you know."
"I know. That also means that you're the worst patient."
"Hm. You got me there."

Nurses are notorious for being awful, noncompliant patients. We know too much. But that's not how this pregnancy is going to go. I have to take care of my kid which means I have to take care of myself. If I imagine that it's for them instead of myself it makes it so much easier.

"Oh my goodness, Nyx! Sweetie! What did you do?" a shrill voice screeches.

I turn to look at Nyx's room where a middle aged couple rushes in. I wave goodbye to Evans and walk back into Nyx's room. They're engulfed by the couple in a tight hug. "Mom, Dad, I'm fine!" they tell them.
"What did you do?" the man asks, pressing a kiss to Nyx's forehead.
"I fell off of a thing and my knee went all like crack and here we are. I feel great, though!" Nyx exclaims happily.
"It's the pain meds, I promise," I pop in. The couple turns to look at me as I enter the room. "Hey, I'm Jet. I'm Jackson's wife," I offer, reaching my hand out to them.
"Oh! Jet! It's so wonderful to finally meet you! They have told me so much about you!" Nyx's mom sings, walking over to me to wrap me up in a tight hug.
"It's nice to meet you too," I smile, hugging her back. Something about her is so fucking soothing. She makes me want to tell her all of my secrets and worries and dreams.