Passing Motions

CHAPTER THIRTY

"How far along are you?"

"Not far enough," I grumble.

"My partner is in the third trimester and she'd say the same thing."

"It's the truth."

Some of the girls go silly, like they've never seen a man before, while I slide down the chair from embarrassment.

"I bet your girlfriend doesn't like your profession."

"She doesn't mind it." He shrugs. "It's how we met, actually."

"Really?" I gasp.

"She organised a bridal shower for her sister. We talked and things continued."

"That's nice."

"This is just a side thing I do for some extra money."

"Whatever makes you happy." I smile.

Pain erupts and I hug my bump. I relax into the chair and sigh.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a-" Another round of pain erupts and I groan.

"You should go to the hospital."

"I'm sure it's nothing." I wiggle with discomfort. "Besides, everyone is drinking."

I clutch the couch and tears trickle down my cheeks. What the hell is happening?

"Grab your things, I'm driving you."

Jake grabs my hand and tugs me up. Charlotte raises an eyebrow and I wave her over.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm taking Ava to the hospital because she's having pains."

"I'll come with you."

"Don't be silly." I pat her arm. "I'll message you once I know what's wrong. I bet it's nothing, but I'd rather be silly about it."

"I'll message Blake."

"Thanks, Char."

She gives me a hug and we leave.

* * * * *

Blake rushes into the room and grabs my hand. He looks at the beeping machines, then at Jake. He jumps up and offers him his hand.

"Hi Blake, I'm Jake."

"Thanks for bringing my wife in."

"No dramas! I'd want someone to do the same for my pregnant girlfriend."

Blake relaxes which makes Jake chuckle.

"Now that you're here, enjoy the remainder of your night. I'm glad nothing's wrong."

"Thank you, Jake." I smile.

"No worries." With a wave, he leaves the room.

Blake touches my bump and takes a deep breath.

"I know you said nothing was wrong, but I needed to see you to be certain."

"I'm just relieved I'm silly. I hate that I'm missing the party."

"Is that because of Jake?"

"It's because he was rubbing my feet."

"Let me fix that." He smiles.

Blake sits at the end of the bed and rubs my feet.

"You know, he wasn't wearing a shirt."

"Oh, Mrs. Rivers." He chuckles.

Blake slides out of his shirt and returns to rubbing my feet.

"Mm, that's much better." I grin.

I snuggle into the blankets and sigh. This is much better than Charlotte's bachelorette party. 

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