Hot 'n' Cold

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I frowned and deleted the message, Spencer was full of it. I didn't do jack to him, and he knows it.

Adam fell asleep with me in his arms, and Fish at our feet.

"Good night tiny nugget." I smiled and drifted off.

"ADAM, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM THE FARMERS MARKET!!"

"HOLD ON I CAN'T FIND MY PANTS!"

"UNDER THE BED!"

"THE BED? WHY!???" My fiancé came barreling down the stairs with his pants around his knees. I kissed his cheek and smiled. He scribbled down what he wanted and let me go.

-burgers

-potatoes

-things for chili

He actually wrote 'things for chili' that man is something else.

"I'll be back soon, I love you." I hopped into his fancy sports car and drove off down the road.

The market seemed to be empty today, which was great for me. I managed to get my groceries done within an hour. I took a few trips, but everything was in the trunk and I was ready to go home. I returned the basket and a rag covered my nose.

"My baby," I whispered.

-ADAM'S POV-

She's been gone three months; the police had a trail but as always it went cold. I tried to continue on, but it was hard. She is my world, and now she's gone. I sat at my desk tiredly, Rocky was getting big, Cleo would be holding him or her lap as she helped with paperwork. The phone rang, probably another school that wanted a gecko or a chameleon.

"Herpetological Sanctuary, Dr. Adam Miller speaking."

"Dr. Miller, we found your fiancé. She's at the community hospit-." I hung up the damn phone and ran, ran for my life. I drove straight to the ER and ran to the receptionist.

"My fiance, Cleopatra Stone. Where is she!?" She typed something into her computer and frowned.

"What's your name?"

"Dr. Adam Miller."

"Ok, Dr. Miller. I need you to be prepared, Cleopatra has suffered blunt force trauma, she needed many stitches. Cleo is fighting, but she is comatose."

"Please what room?" I begged.

"2042." I ran to the elevator and ran through the corridors, faster than any doctor could.

"Are you Dr. Miller?" A female doctor asked as I rounded the corner, Cleo's room was behind her."

"Adam is fine, I need to see my fiancé." I followed her and gasped. Cleo laid limply in the bed, her face was black and blue. Some dried blood was caked in her hair and on her pale skin.

"She lost the baby, it was a boy." My voice cracked.

"When will she wake up?"

"It's a medically induced coma, we want to wait 2 weeks." I nodded my head and sat next to Cleo. The room was quiet and lonely. So, I turned on some soft country music, her favorite. I filled a bowl with water and a bunch of cotton balls, even some gauze. I dipped the cotton into the water and dabbed it on her arm, very slowly cleaning off the blood. I spent hours cleaning her, then when I finished I braided her hair. If she was awake, she would be so proud I figured out how to braid.