Until June (Until Her 2)

“I’m not leaving you,” she says, cutting me off, resting her hand against my cheek. “What did the doctor say?”

“I have to stay overnight for observation,” I reply, watching her fill with worry. “It’s just a precaution. They want to make sure I’m okay.”

“Oh.” She deflates, relaxing into me. “Are you okay?”

Her soft words give me pause. I know she’s not talking about my head, but about my episode.

“I’ll talk to someone when I’m released,” I reassure her, moving my hand up the back of her shirt so I can touch her skin.

Her eyes search my face for a moment, then her voice softly asks, “Has it ever happened before?”

“Not to me, but I know it’s not uncommon,” I say, and her face gentles as her hand on my cheek moves so her fingers can slide over my mouth.

“I love you,” she whispers after a moment.

“I know you do,” I agree, and her head shakes back and forth.

“You don’t. You don’t understand that it’s impossible for me to breathe without you. I can’t mak—”

“Baby,” I cut her off, not wanting her to go there.

“I’m pregnant,” she blurts, and my body freezes. “I’m sorry. I had this whole big plan of how I wanted to tell you tonight, but after today, I really want you to know it’s not only you and me anymore. We ha—”

“You’re pregnant?” I interrupt, while the words ring in my ears.

“Yes.”

“How long have you known?”

“A few days. I was—”

“You’re having my baby?” I confirm, cutting her off again and moving my eyes to her stomach briefly.

“Yes.” She frowns, studying me. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck, you’re pregnant,” I rumble, letting the fact that the woman I love is carrying my child wash over me. “Maybe we should have the doctor check you over.” I grab the call button only to have it slapped out of my hand.

“I’m not having the doctor check me, we are fine the baby is fine.” She rolls her eyes.

“Fuck your pregnant.” I shake my head in disbelief and move my hand to her still flat stomach. “We’re going to Vegas.”

“Oh, my God. I tell you I’m pregnant, and you lose your mind.” She laughs laying down on the bed covering her face.

“I love you, and we’re going to Vegas. We’re not waiting for you and your mom to plan a wedding. We’re getting married now.” I loom over her, resting my hand lightly back on her stomach.

“We are not getting married in Vegas. Don’t be crazy,” she snaps, smacking my arm. “We’re getting married in three months. The wedding is almost all planned, and Momzilla will lose her mind if you try to take the wedding from her.”

“Momzilla?”

I smile, and she rolls her eyes then slides them back down to meet mine, asking softly, “Are you happy?”

“No, baby. What I am can’t be described as happy.” I kiss her gently then rub her stomach. “You’re really pregnant?”

Her face softens and her hands hold my face. “You’re going to be a dad, the best dad in the world.” Looking into her beautiful face, I know that as long as I have her, I will work myself to death to prove her words to be true.

“You’re seeing the doctor before we leave the hospital.” I mutter then cover her mouth with mine before she can reply.

*

“Bye!” June yells, as JJ leaves with Brew to walk across the yard to their house. Wes was not lying about the party June’s sisters, mom, and aunts were putting together.

As soon as we got home from the hospital, everyone showed up with food and drinks. Harlen, who was also released today, even made it for a couple hours before Nico’s daughter Harmony, who happens to be studying to be a nurse, offered to give him a ride home after seeing his wound was bothering him. The big guy didn’t know what to do with the bossy little chick. I had to admit, they fit in that whole “opposites attract” kind of way, but watching Nico watch Harlen with his daughter was comical as hell. I thought the guy was going to lose it. On the plus side the doctor checked June over before I was released and everything looked perfect.

“That was fun.” June smiles, shutting the door behind our last guest, and I turn her around and move us down the hall with my hands on her ass. “Are you feeling okay?” she questions, studying me with her hands against my chest.

“Nope,” I mutter, dropping my mouth to her neck, licking up to her ear.

“What’s wrong?” she breathes, trying to pull her face back.

“I need to be inside of you.” I nip her ear and her hands slide around my neck as her body softens into mine. Moving into the bedroom, I lift her then dig one knee into the bed then the other, before dropping her to her back in the middle of the bed.