Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 179 This Is What It Feels Like

"Trish... wait. Have you even slept yet??" He asks, but I ignore his question and continue my rehearsed explanation.

"And I managed to get in touch with one of your lawyers, Steve Holden, and he's going to review all the medical documentation with Jonah today to ensure everything is accurate and supports the claim. He is going to review your contracts with Richard. The legal and financial consequences depend on the details of your contract and insurance policies. He's going to make sure you have adequate coverage to protect you against potential losses. Because, let's be honest, what do we REALLY know about these contracts that were signed years ago? Richard is on a fucking power trip. He probably doesn't even know what's in those damn contracts. Sure, he'll be pissed when he finds out we cancelled shit today, whatever. And sure, this one day might impact you financially- I'll cover it if it comes to that. But nothing is going to fuck with your reputation, Nate. Your fans love you. Promoters love you. The world loves you. You wouldn't be nicknamed 'America's Heartthrob' if they didn't."

I rest my cheek on his beating heart and gaze up at him. "And now, moving forward, we'll have a better understanding of what can be done, per your contract, when you're unwell. Because, sweetie, you ARE unwell. Something is definitely wrong. And I'll be damned if something happens to this heart because you fucking overdid it."

Nate lies in bed, holding me against him, with this shocked look on his face. The fucker is speechless and I love it. Because this seriously needed to happen. Last night opened my eyes big time. Not only do I feel guilty about the extra concerts, but I have been pushing him to his limits to make this tour happen. To get him away from Julia. To let him live his old life again....on the road doing what he loves. But I pushed him too far. I try not to think of that and continue my rambling.

"Oh, and by the way. Even though you get to spend today in bed before your concert...Jonah scheduled an appointment with a cardiologist from Mount Sinai Hospital, along with two nurses. They will come right up to this room. Do some labs, urine samples, an EKG, and a full physical. We're not fucking around anymore, you hear me Playboy?" I raise a brow at him. "And no talking until tonight's show. Now, get your ass over here and lie with me so I can sleep." I roll back over and tug at Nate's arm, silently begging him to come lie next to me while I attempt to get some rest. We have all day now.

 I feel Nate's body right up against mine, spooning me, and he rests his stubbled cheek against the side of my head so his mouth is close to my ear. He smells so good. A little of his clean shampoo and cologne lingers, but it's the natural scent he has that gets me hot and bothered. Damn pheromones.

"Thank you." He whispers in my ear, sending goosebumps to form all over my body,

"You're welcome. Now, no more talking. I'm sleeping." I close my eyes and fall asleep in my best friend's arms.

******

I force my eyes open when I hear the familiar notification sound on my phone. I'm still wrapped up in Nate's arms, against his body and he's fast asleep. With a groan I reach over and grab my phone off the nightstand. Jonah sent me a text letting me know the doctor and nurses will be here in fifteen minutes. I look up at the clock and and surprised to see it's already almost noon!

"Nate," I tug his arm a little. "Sweetie, it's time to get up."

"Fuck off." He growls, still very much asleep.

Yep, sounds about right. Nate is NOT easy to wake up, never has been, and it takes a few good shoves and him spewing out profanities left and right before he is fully alert.

"Nooo. I'm still tired." He nuzzles his face into my hair which I adore and ticks his hips against my ass. Men and their morning wood.

"Seriously, Nate. The doctor is on his way to check you out." Peeling his arms away, I'm able to sit up. My fingers comb through the sleepyhead's hair as he yawns and stretches like a cat. "Put that thing away before you hurt someone." My eyes gravitate to the hard length in his underwear, wanting my attention.