“You calling for the nurse to throw me out.” She shrugged and walked out, slamming the door and causing the glass to shake.
“I was asking for headache medicine. Shit.” Jamie leaned back and let out a long sigh, wondering what in the hell she'd done in another life to deserve such a messed up family. Dysfunctional wasn't the beginning of it.
Alex stuck his head into the room. “What the hell was that all about?”
“Same old shit. She hates me, and blames me for everything wrong in her life.” Jamie lifted her hands to her face and pressed her fingers to her eyes. “I want to go home. I need to get in our bed and have you hold me.”
“Aw, baby.” He closed the door and walked to the bed as a nurse walked in. “I'll get to take you home soon, and we can stay in the bed for a week if that's what you want to do.”
“Did you need something, Mrs. Reid?” The nurse moved up on the opposite side of the bed from Alex.
“Yeah, my mother thrown out of the room.” A smile tugged at Jamie's lips. “It's okay. She already left. I must have offended her by breathing too loudly, or still being alive.”
“Moms have a way of making our blood boil sometimes, don't they?” The nurse patted her shoulder. “I’ll check with the doctor what medicine you can take. I’m thinking something for your headache might help?”
“That’d be great.”
“I’ll be back shortly.” The nurse patted her shoulder again and headed out.
“Do you think our kid will feel about me like I do my mother?” Jamie turned her attention to Alex as she reached up and touched the side of his handsome face. “I'm not sure I could handle that.”
“Never. You're nothing like your mother, Jamie. She makes the Wicked Witch of the West look like a rainbow-colored butterfly.”
She laughed and then grimaced as her head ached. “I'm not even going to ask.”
He pressed his hand over the top of hers and turned his face, kissing her palm a few times. “The point is that you're going to be a great mother.”
“I'm not doing so great right now.” She leaned back and tugged her hand from him, as she felt so heavy all of a sudden.
“How about getting some sleep and not worrying a
bout all of this for a while? You're going to be incredible. But let me say this... don't you ever again do something like climb on the top of a ladder when I'm gone. That has little to do with the baby and everything to do with you. Stop being overly brave. I want you in my life for the rest of it.” He leaned over and pressed his cheek to her tummy, hovering above her as he watched her closely. “I love you too much to think about what could have happened.”
“I love you, too.” She reached down and brushed her fingers through his dark hair. “So much.”
“Good, then protect what's most important to me.” He stood back up and got into the bed beside her, crawling in and tugging the covers over his legs as he kicked his shoes off.
She moved over carefully and made room for him as he turned on his side and snuggled up against her. If there was a way to get him to take off his shirt so she could feel his silky skin against hers, she was working on figuring it out. First his shirt, then his jeans.
“You promise?” he urged.
“I will. I'm sorry.” She turned her face toward his and leaned into the kiss he offered her. The softness of his lips stole her breath. He urged her to open up and let him in, and she would deny him nothing. Not ever.
Her groan was soft and needy as his tongue pressed deep into her mouth. He slid his fingers into her hair, cupping her head softly as he made love to her mouth. He pulled back from the kiss, but only slightly, leaving his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “I want you so damn bad. Get well quickly so I can strip you and not be worried about hurting you in our bed.” He licked at her lips, his blue eyes searching her face.
“Damn, you’re such a tease. I was just trying to figure out how to get you out of your clothes. I thought about you all day while you guys were golfing.” She lifted her hand to up his cheek, brushing her thumb over his five o'clock shadow.
“Stripping me down in your head?” A sexy laughed escaped his lips. “I don't have to play golf on Sundays, you know. You're the one who forced me into doing that.” He chuckled and kissed her again before settling down beside her and pressing his lips to the side of her head. “I'd rather be with you. Mark's a sore loser.”
“From what I understand, he didn't lose that last round.” She chuckled before grimacing at the pain that raced through her.
“Be careful.” He rubbed her tummy softly over the covers. “He did win, but it won't happen again. I was goofing off for a few rounds, and he was trying his hardest. He beat me by one or two strokes.”
“I'd like to stroke you.” She smiled and turned to look at him. “You don't need to stay here with me tonight. I'm fine. Go home and get some sleep in our bed.”
“No way. I'm not leaving you here. I wouldn't sleep anyways. I need you beside me.” He lifted up and kissed her again. “Man, I wouldn't wish the scene I came home to yesterday on my worst enemy.”
“I'm so sorry.” Tears filled her eyes. “I really wanted to have that light fixed before you got home.”