Payne (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter Book 3) by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow Page B
Authors: Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow
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Seeing no other alternative, she placed the bowl of chips on the coffee table.
“You can do this, Vicky,” she joked with herself.
Slowly, she started to push herself up. However, she lost her grip on the side of the couch, and before she could right herself, she fell on her side, jarring her whole body. The pain was intense.
Bursts of pain radiating throughout her whole body, and not wanting to take any chances, she grabbed the phone off the coffee table and called for an ambulance.
* * *
T he moment Payne had gotten the phone call that Vicky was in the hospital he’d stopped everything and rushed to her.
Now here he was, pacing up and down the hospital waiting room, waiting to hear something on how she was. Most of his club was here, and Clara had been there in the ambulance ride all the way to the hospital, and he was so thankful she’d been there for Vicky.
Fuck.
When he’d gotten the call he’d been in a meeting about the upcoming drug runs. Ever since Vicky had come back into his life he’d been neglecting his duties as Prez for the Grit Chapter. Demon, President of the original Soldiers charter, could still handle his shit, why couldn’t he?
He saw Clara rounding the corner and immediately started in with the questions.
“How is she? Is the baby okay? She fell?” Payne asked the questions in rapid succession.
“She’s fine, but the doctors won’t let anyone back, or tell us anything. I’m in the dark as much as you are. Although since you’re the father I’m sure they’ll update you soon.” Tears filled her eyes, and she looked completely lost.
He nodded. “She needs me.”
Before he could say anything else, the doctor calling his name interrupted him.
“How is she?” he asked right away. “How’s the baby?”
“Vicky and the baby are fine. She’s had a shock, and it could have been quite serious. She was right to get to the hospital. There was some vaginal bleeding, so we’re keeping her in overnight to observe her and monitor the baby for distress.”
Payne let out a breath. “Can I go and see her?”
“Certainly. It can only be you, I’m afraid. She needs her rest.”
“No problem.”
He followed the doctor back to Vicky’s room. She was lying in a hospital bed and looking so damn fragile. She had an IV in her arm, a monitor on her finger, cords under her hospital gown, and an elastic belt-looking thing wrapped around her belly.
“Can you hear him, Payne?” she asked, pointing at another machine. “That’s our little boy.”
He took a seat, and held onto her hand as he stared at the machine monitoring their son’s strong heartbeat.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
“Don’t, baby. This is not your fault.”
“I needed to use the toilet, and I couldn’t even keep my balance, it seemed.”
“Shhh, don’t stress. Shit happens.”
She closed her eyes and sighed.
Payne couldn’t hold back his pain, and knew it painted his face. “I can’t lose you. I love you too much. Being without you is not a pain I can live with.”
She stroked his cheek and smiled. “We’re a right pair right now.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips, and the machine connected to her beeped faster. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. My heart rate just increased.” She smiled. “It always happens when I’m around you. You turn me into mush.”
He chuckled, stroking the hair back from her eyes.
“Clara call you?” she asked.
“Of course she did. Gave me a fucking heart attack.”
“I hope rushing here didn’t have you risking anything with the club.”
He shook his head.
“Listen to me, Payne. I know you love me, and I also know you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure me and baby are fine. Promise me you won’t do anything stupid that will risk your life? I mean it, Payne. I’m bringing our son into this world, and I won’t be able to stand it if something happened to you.”
He nodded. “I won’t. I’ll do what I can to come home to you every single night.
“You can do this, Vicky,” she joked with herself.
Slowly, she started to push herself up. However, she lost her grip on the side of the couch, and before she could right herself, she fell on her side, jarring her whole body. The pain was intense.
Bursts of pain radiating throughout her whole body, and not wanting to take any chances, she grabbed the phone off the coffee table and called for an ambulance.
* * *
T he moment Payne had gotten the phone call that Vicky was in the hospital he’d stopped everything and rushed to her.
Now here he was, pacing up and down the hospital waiting room, waiting to hear something on how she was. Most of his club was here, and Clara had been there in the ambulance ride all the way to the hospital, and he was so thankful she’d been there for Vicky.
Fuck.
When he’d gotten the call he’d been in a meeting about the upcoming drug runs. Ever since Vicky had come back into his life he’d been neglecting his duties as Prez for the Grit Chapter. Demon, President of the original Soldiers charter, could still handle his shit, why couldn’t he?
He saw Clara rounding the corner and immediately started in with the questions.
“How is she? Is the baby okay? She fell?” Payne asked the questions in rapid succession.
“She’s fine, but the doctors won’t let anyone back, or tell us anything. I’m in the dark as much as you are. Although since you’re the father I’m sure they’ll update you soon.” Tears filled her eyes, and she looked completely lost.
He nodded. “She needs me.”
Before he could say anything else, the doctor calling his name interrupted him.
“How is she?” he asked right away. “How’s the baby?”
“Vicky and the baby are fine. She’s had a shock, and it could have been quite serious. She was right to get to the hospital. There was some vaginal bleeding, so we’re keeping her in overnight to observe her and monitor the baby for distress.”
Payne let out a breath. “Can I go and see her?”
“Certainly. It can only be you, I’m afraid. She needs her rest.”
“No problem.”
He followed the doctor back to Vicky’s room. She was lying in a hospital bed and looking so damn fragile. She had an IV in her arm, a monitor on her finger, cords under her hospital gown, and an elastic belt-looking thing wrapped around her belly.
“Can you hear him, Payne?” she asked, pointing at another machine. “That’s our little boy.”
He took a seat, and held onto her hand as he stared at the machine monitoring their son’s strong heartbeat.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
“Don’t, baby. This is not your fault.”
“I needed to use the toilet, and I couldn’t even keep my balance, it seemed.”
“Shhh, don’t stress. Shit happens.”
She closed her eyes and sighed.
Payne couldn’t hold back his pain, and knew it painted his face. “I can’t lose you. I love you too much. Being without you is not a pain I can live with.”
She stroked his cheek and smiled. “We’re a right pair right now.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips, and the machine connected to her beeped faster. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. My heart rate just increased.” She smiled. “It always happens when I’m around you. You turn me into mush.”
He chuckled, stroking the hair back from her eyes.
“Clara call you?” she asked.
“Of course she did. Gave me a fucking heart attack.”
“I hope rushing here didn’t have you risking anything with the club.”
He shook his head.
“Listen to me, Payne. I know you love me, and I also know you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure me and baby are fine. Promise me you won’t do anything stupid that will risk your life? I mean it, Payne. I’m bringing our son into this world, and I won’t be able to stand it if something happened to you.”
He nodded. “I won’t. I’ll do what I can to come home to you every single night.
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