Sneaking Around(Being Revised)

Chapter Twenty Two

I'm updating these three chapters a week early because I won't be able to next week. I hope you like it. Love you. Bye.

London, England

1:15p.m.- October 3, 2019

In the Hospital

Drew's P.O.V.

"Emily!!" I said as I turned around and saw Emily sitting up holding Shea. "Wes go get the doctor."

Wes rushed out of the room and got the doctor. Luckily he was leaving the room next to us. They came back very quick.

"Ms.Scott how are you feeling?" Dr. Karev asked

"My head hurts a little and my leg I can't even describe it." she said

"Here, this will help with that." he said then pulled out a needle and put it in her IV.

"Why am I here?"

"You tore your sartorius muscle in your left leg and when you and Mr.Chadwick had sex it made it worse. Which made you collapse and hit your head. You were in a coma for over twenty seven hours."

"How did I tear that muscle?"

"Honestly I'm not sure but I was told you were beat by chairs and that is probably what caused it. There is one more thing."

"Get out of this room now!" I yelled because I knew he was about to tell Emily about the miscarriage. Then he left and Emily and Wes looked very confused at why I yelled.

"What was that about?"

"Its not his place to tell you, I have to."

"Babe what is it."

"When they run test on you yesterday, they tested for pregnancy and the charts were through the roof. Which means you were pregnant."

"Was?" she questioned

"Yeah, they told me we lost the baby in the last couple days."

"How is it even possible? Shea isn't even a months old" Wes said

"In the first couple months after having a baby its extremely easy to get pregnant."

"But I started taking my stuff a week after Shea was born and you used a condom all but..." she thought for a second, "You only used it once."

"Yeah and the day of the paternity test neither of us used anything."

"Wait a second, you guys had sex that day while I was freaking out thinking I could be a dad."

"Yeah, do you have a problem with that?" Emily asked

"Well let's see, you guys fucking each other while I'm thinking about being a dad. So yeah I have a problem with it."

"We had relationship problems to handle because of you. I got over that now you get over this." I said

"Whatever."

"Babe, when can I go back to work?" Emily asked

"Three months."

"In three months!? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"You have to be on bed rest for three months."

"So what I'm hearing is I can't go to work, I can't workout and I can't take care of our baby? Then what am I supposed to do?" she questioned

"You can plan our wedding."

"I have eight months to do that. If I do that on bed rest it will all be done by the time I can walk again."