Belong (Seven Year Itch #3)(63)

“I’m going to hurry. I’m on my way. Hang in there. I’ll catch the first flight home.”

“Flight home?” She cried harder. “Are you with her while I could be losing our child?”

I felt like shit. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Everything will be okay, I promise.”

When I hung up the phone I was shaking. Rachel was sitting up in the bed, naked and waiting for answers. I slipped on my first shoe while sitting on the edge of the mattress. “It’s Veronica. She’s being taken to the hospital in an ambulance. I don’t know the details, except that she’s bleeding bad.”

“Is there anything I can do?” She asked without hesitation.

“I need you to drive me to the airport, while I search for the first flight out of here.”

Rachel hopped off the bed and started dressing, running into the bathroom to brush her teeth and tie up her hair. When I walked into the room she handed me the same toothbrush I’d left during my last visit. I smiled for a second thinking how she’d left it instead of tossing it in the trash.

We were out of the house within five minutes, never speaking a single word to each other.

Rachel drove fast, passing by every car we came up to. She was closer to the airport, which made for an easy drive there. I’d already booked my flight when she pulled up to the departure lane.

I peered over her, realizing I didn’t have time to say what was on my mind. “I’ll call you when I know something.”

“I know.”

“We’ll figure this out. I’m coming home to you, Rach.”

“I know,” she repeated.

I faked a smile while leaning over to kiss her perfect lips, before stepping out and going before my body wouldn’t let me.





Chapter 34


I rushed through the terminal of the airport, my mind fixated on Harper and how devastating it must have been for her to witness her mother in distress.

My heart ache while I waited to board the plane, helpless in my current situation.

The agonizing next six hours were frustrating. I paid for Wi-Fi, only to discover it wasn’t working on the plane, so I didn’t have the means to check on Veronica.

By mid-afternoon the flight pulled into the arrival airport. I rushed through the large facility, making it to my vehicle within ten minutes after stepping away from the tarmac.

Once inside of my car, I starting calling my wife, my neighbors, and the babysitters phones, just trying to get someone to provide me with news.

With no results, I hurried through afternoon traffic to make it to the hospital where I knew my wife had been taken earlier in the morning. With the three hours difference in time zones, I suspected her episode had awaken her from her sleep, which meant Harper had also been woken up to the screams of her mother.

The moments that it took to ride the elevator and locate her room number seemed to drag. I half expected the elevator to shut down since my luck had been shit lately. It never dawned on me that I was standing at the nurses station until one of them asked what I needed.

I took a deep breath and explained. “My wife was brought in earlier today. She suspected she was having a miscarriage. Can you tell me how she’s doing? How is the baby? Were you able to stop the bleeding?” I prepared to tell her the name and watched a roguish grimace cover her face.

“Let me page the doctor for you, sir.”

I looked around the ward, noticing it wasn’t a labor and delivery unit. Since I wasn’t familiar with the hospital I didn’t think much of it while I waited patiently for answers.

To be honest, I was exhausted. I’d taken two flights in less than twenty-four hours and the stress of everything I’d endured was finally hitting me, dragging me down to feel sleep deprived and frustrated.

While I waited for the doctor, I decided I needed to get in the room with Veronica, so she knew I’d done everything in my power to get to her. I found her resting once I entered. She was sleeping, probably from being up half the night like me. She looked weak, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d paid close attention to her features. Unlike when we first began to date, Veronica had aged. Her face had wrinkles in the corners and her eyes carried dark circles under them. Without her makeup Veronica seemed more human than normal. It seemed rude of me to say it, but she’d always had a sort of plastic appearance.

I took the seat beside the hospital bed, figuring the doctor would be a while before seeking me out to explain the diagnosis.

For a few minutes I closed my eyes and tried to rest while she slept. It was important to have energy to be able to remain supportive, no matter what the news.

I heard the sound of someone entering the room and opened my eyes. A older gentleman greeted me. “Hello, I’m Dr. Sinah.”

“Hi, doc. I’m sorry it took me so long to arrive. I was on the east coast when I got the call.”

“Your wife is resting comfortably. We gave her something to help settle her down.”

I feared a miscarriage. “She lost the baby, didn’t she?”

“Mr. Farrow, I’m afraid your wife’s condition is far more difficult than the loss of a pregnancy. Would you care to step outside in order to allow her some much needed rest?”

I followed the doctor outside and watched as he closed the door behind us. I leaned against the wall while listening.