The Young Grey Years: The Words of the Heart {Book Three}

Chapter One

Christian's heartbeat stop, and Dr. Redd pushed them out of the room. Amber gripped onto Elliot.

"Goodbye, Christian." She breathed. They heard a voice and nurses and doctors raced over. Dr. Barley walked over.

"Amber." He panted.

"If Christian dies, I will count you liable." She growled.

"I know." He murmured.

"Amber." Elliot breathed. "This is for you." He handed her a bag.

"His....." Amber breathed. Elliot nodded. "My child will need a father." She breathed.

"I'll father Christian's child." Jack's voice came.

"Jack?" She looked behind her. She raced over to Jack and cried. "He's gone!" She felt Jack's arms wrap around her. They heard a noise, and a beat returned. She pushed through and noticed Christian's heartbeat back on.

"We were able to revive him." Dr. Redd murmured.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" Amber screeched. She fell to her knees and cried into his shirt. "You made me believe you died. I WILL PERSONALLY HURT YOU!" She cried.

A few weeks had gone by, Christian had just woken up.

"Christian." She breathed. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" She screeched.

"How am I an Asshole?" He asked.

"YOU DIED, AND MADE ME CRY!" She slapped him.

"S-sorry." He grabbed her hand. "Hush." He pulled her over. "I'm sorry." He kissed her. He pulled her onto the bed the best he could. She leaped on and kissed him.

"You shouldn't be pushing yourself." Amber sat on his hips, licking her lips.

"And you shouldn't be on him till he's released." Dr. Redd growled.

"Sorry." Amber licked her hand. "Not my problem I'm going to kill the bastard." She growled.

"Yeah." Dr. Redd murmured. She handed Amber a folder. "You know how we did a test on his DNA. It didn't turn out good." She murmured. Amber looked at it and clenched the folder.

"You mean he can never have a child?" She growled.

"At the moment, yes. But we've sent a test of some fresher samples up. The results will be here in about a month or so." Dr. Redd murmured.

"Amber, if it's that important, we could adopt." He murmured.

"Adopt. Good thinking." She leaped off him. She pulled the ring off. "You go adopt. I'm too selfish to." She tossed him the ring. "I'll tell your family your awake." She pulled out her phone and called his parents. She left the hospital and drove home. She looked at the house as she pulled in. She opened up the garage and decided to work on something. She cleaned out her garage, and moved stuff around. She stepped back when her phone rang.

"Christian told me you were too selfish to adopt. Really, Amber?" Grace had called.

"What? Can't I get my point out I was pissed?" Amber asked.

"Really? Just because Christian might be dead, doesn't mean you can just go like that. That hurt Christian, he was adopted."

"Oh well. Alright, I'm not really in the mood." She took a sip of something.

"You're drunk aren't you?" She asked.

"You know me too well. Tell Christian that when he returns, Halloween will be right about the corner, and I'll wait for him." She hung up. "Now to get this in the bin." She tossed it and it missed. "Fuck!" She picked it up and sat it in the bin.