No Way Out [Book 3]

Chapter 47 - Come On Down

***Bea's POV

"One more step, Love. You're almost to the bed. You can do it."

With Harry's encouraging words, and supportive hands on my waist and arm, I shuffle my feet two more times and stop victoriously at the edge of the hospital bed.

"I did it!" I say and he kisses my cheek.

"I knew you could, Baby."

Aw, he looks so proud of me.

"You've made remarkable progress just since yesterday, Mrs. Styles," Jeremy gestures the distance from my bed to the door with his hand. "You didn't need to rest halfway either."

"Yeah, that was pretty far," I agree with a smile that quickly fades. "I need to sit down, though."

"Here, Love, lemme help you," Harry offers and guides me to sit on the edge of the bed. "Easy now. There. Are you okay?"

I nod in answer, slowly blowing out a breath while Jeremy hooks me back up to the machines and my catheter bag to the bed.

Since the bed is inclined, it's easy for Harry to help me sit back and he makes sure I'm comfortable and have enough pillows. He covers me up with the sheet, smiling the closer he gets and he pecks my lips.

What is going on with him? He's acting . . . strange.

"Alright, you two," Jeremy says, unknowingly interrupting whatever this little moment is, "good news; it's almost time for your lunch, then maybe we can take another walk in the afternoon. How does that sound?"

"Yay for lunch, boo for walking," I tease and Harry laughs like it's the funniest thing he's heard.

"You're married to a comedienne, right, Mr. Styles?" Jeremy teases and Harry happily agrees. "Alright, I'm gonna make my rounds, but I'll be back later to check on you."

"Thanks, Jeremy," I wave and relax into the bed, watching Harry move to sit in the chair next to the bed. Once he's settled, he takes my hand in his and smiles adoringly at me. "What's going on, Babe?"

He furrows his eyebrows, "What do you mean, Love?"

"I don't know, you've just been so . . . sweet to me."

"Am I not sweet to you usually?" he acts offended.

"You are, it's just, ugh, I don't know, you've just been more," I sigh, trying to think of how to word it, "doting, is all," I shrug a shoulder and he frowns, looking down at our entwined hands. "Forget it, I don't know."

He watches his thumb caress the back of my hand and I give his hand a little squeeze, silently reassuring him that everything is okay.

What's the matter with my husband? He looks so sad.

"Is it so bad that I want to dote on my beautiful wife, hm?" he asks, bringing our hands up to his lips and he kisses my fingers.

"Hm, it's not so bad," I wink at him and I feel his smile on my hand. "So you're not gonna tell me the real reason?"

Harry closes his eyes for a heavy breath, lowering my hand to the bed and he stands from the chair. I watch him walk over to the other side of the bed and I realize what he's going to do.

Pushing back the sheet, I carefully scoot over to make room and he sits back in the bed with me.

"Did I bump you?" he worriedly asks and I shake my head. "Okay, good. Are you in pain? I can call Jeremy if you are."

"I'm right at the sweet spot with the pain killers; I'm not in pain, but I'm not loopy, so I'm just fine," I smile, leaning into his open arm and I close my eyes. "Hm, I'm better than fine now. God, I miss sleeping next to you."