Unexpected (The Unexpected Series) (20 page)

“O
h my God. What the hell happened to you?” I ask and then slap my hand over my mouth. I think I have a pretty good idea what happened.

Robert throws his hands in the air and pushes his way past me. “What the fuck do you think happened Erin? You told an entire restaurant that Anna and I are fucking and her husband was there! How could you do that?”

I’m stunned into silence. He uses it to his advantage and looks around before heading to the fridge and grabbing some water. Leaning against the counter he rolls it up and down over his eye.

“Her husband came to the office today during a meeting and started a fight in front of a prospective client. So, you cost me money too!” He yells.

Finding that my feet and voice do in fact work, I leave the door open and walk over to him, snatching the bottle out of his hand. “Get the hell out, Robert. Now! I never want to see your face ever again.”

I twist the top off of the bottle as I find the Tylenol for the headache that has started to hurt my eyes again.

“And another thing,” I whip around pointing a finger in his direction, “Sounds like you are still currently screwing her, so in my opinion you deserved to get your ass kicked. Made an improvement on your face from what I can see. She has children Robert. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“Not really.” He shrugs pissing me off even more.

I can feel the headache pound with each heartbeat and I’m starting to sway a little bit.

“Erin, baby. You almost broke my dick off riding me like that. Next time let’s just keep it to me pumping you from behind.” Walker’s voice carries from the hallway.

I almost forgot he was here.

His one sided dimple smile appears when he sees me and I notice all he has on is a towel. Droplets of water cascade down his body and I become a thirsty woman, wanting to lick them down.

“Who the fuck is that?” Robert’s question pulls me out of my lust induced fantasy and fear takes over, imagining what could happen here.

Walker and Robert in one room. Not. Good.

“Who the fuck am I?” Walker moves closer to us and takes a stance next to me. “I’m her fucking boyfriend. Who the fuck are you?”

He turns his head to look at me and winks. What. The. Hell?

“Her boyfriend? Wow. Picking up where I left off huh?” Robert points to my stomach. “At least it won’t be my problem this time.”

My heart starts racing faster as Walker steps up chest to chest with Robert. It would be almost comical having Walker in a towel if I wasn’t scared that he was about to kill Robert.

“What’s that supposed to mean douche bag?” Walker seethes. I can almost see the smoke coming from his body. “The only problem I see is you.”

Robert seems unaffected by Walker as he turns back to the fridge attempting to get another water bottle. Walker slams the door, smashing Robert’s hand before he can pull it out.

“Fuck!” Robert yells, shaking his hand.

“I’ll ask only one more time. What fucking problem?”

“That problem,” he says, pointing to my belly that I am now protectively covering. “Good thing she found you because I have no intention of taking care of that. I was happy the first one didn’t stick because I’m too young for that shit.”

I hear it before I see it: The loud cracking sound of Walker’s fist coming into contact with Robert’s face. Robert falls to the floor and it’s immediately followed by the loudest roar of Walker’s voice that I have ever heard.

“Don’t you fucking talk about my baby like that. I will fucking kill you. Do you hear me asshole?”

Walker bends down and his towel drops, showing me the boxers he has on underneath. Now I know he knew Robert was here before he found us in the kitchen.

When Robert doesn’t answer, Walker grabs him by the shirt and pulls him up. Robert scrambles to hold himself up by the counter.

“Your baby? She looks well into the pregnancy. No way that is yours.” Robert confidently states. “You’re just the patsy who is taking the responsibility I hear.”

“Oh no. After Erin thanked God in Heaven for you not getting her pregnant she came and jumped right on my train. I heard you said she wasn’t adventurous. I’m assuming she saved it all up for me because I’ve never had so much amazing fucking sex in my life. That baby is most definitely mine, so you can take your pussy ass, and get the fuck out before you physically can’t,” Walker threatens with veins popping out of his neck.

A wave of dizziness overtakes me and I whimper, causing Walker to center his concentration on me. Robert uses the distraction to pull his hand back and swing.

“Walker!” I scream, warning him just before it comes in contact with his stomach.

He hunches over for a brief moment before he swings his leg around knocking Robert back to the ground.

“GET THE FUCK OUT, OR I CALL THE FUCKING POLICE!” Walker kicks him in the ribs as he lays there.

Groaning, Robert stands up and runs to the door as fast as his weak body will carry him. I walk to the edge of the table and bend at the waist hoping the nausea subsides, but it doesn’t. Walker’s strong arms pick me up taking me to the couch and placing me down gingerly.

“You ok, baby? I’m so sorry about that. He deserved it though.” He glides his hand up and down the cheek not pressed to the couch cushion.

“I’m dizzy and my head has been killing me for days. I don’t feel well,” I say while basking in his soft touch.

“I’m sure all of that didn’t help. Let me go get dressed and I’ll lie with you. We can watch a movie.”

He stands and walks out of the living room. A few minutes later he is back by my side with a granola bar and orange juice.

“You should eat something. It’s already 8 o’clock.” He pushes the wrapper of the bar down and hands it to me.

I slowly sit up and take the glass from him as well. The coldness feels great going down my throat, but it’s not helping with the headache or the reason I feel like I went on a Tilt-A -Whirl.

“Better?” He asks when I finish both.

I shake my head side to side. “Do you think we should call the doctor?”

“I don’t know baby. Do you think it’s that serious?”

The door flies open and I jump to my feet thinking Robert has come back.

It’s a very tipsy Noelle.

“Hey love birds! Did I interrupt a good old shagging on the couch again?” Her blonde hair is pulled into a messy bun on the side of her head, telling me how far gone she is.

She needs to look perfect at all times. Hair and makeup need to look like perfection.

“Uhm, no,” I answer as Walker tries to sit me back down. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“You just missed Robert, Noelle,” Walker tells her while holding my arm up, guiding me to the hallway.

“Are you kidding me? Oh my God I totally would have punched him in the face, but then I wouldn’t want to get blood on the carpet.” She looks down at the floor lovingly.

I roll my eyes and push Walker’s hand off me. “I got it.”

“I did get a few in for you, Noe,” he proudly admits. “And look, no blood.”

They both laugh and I join in, but something starts to not feel right.

“Walker?”

“Yea, baby?” He is back at my side.

The last thing I remember is falling and Noelle screaming.

~~

A
beeping sound gently coaxes me out of a peaceful nights rest. With my eyes still closed I try to feel around for my cell phone but I can barely move my fingers.

“Are you ok Walker?” An unfamiliar female voice can be heard.

Who the hell is that and why is she in my bedroom?

“No Deliah. I’m not.” Walker’s strained words come out just above a whisper.

His sister is here?

“I’m so sorry to the both of you for your loss,” Noelle cries from my left side.

Why are they all in here? What loss?

Oh God.

My baby.

I try to scramble to get up but I feel weighed down and my arms and feet won’t budge. I will my eyes to open just a sliver and find Walker on the right side of the bed with his head on my hands, and a beautiful brunette, who I know from pictures is his sister Deliah, stands above him rubbing over his back.

“Her eyes are opening up,” Deliah says halting her comforting touch on Walker.

“Erin. Want me to get your mom? She is in the cafeteria getting coffee.” Noelle’s face is close to mine but I’m looking at Walker whose eyes are blood shot red.

“Walker,” I call out still trying to reach for him. “Walker.”

“How do you feel baby? Are you ok?” His grip tightens on my fingers to the point where they begin to tingle. Tears fall down his face. My fears are confirmed.

“Oh no. Walker, tell me it’s not true. What happened?” I do what I can to make the words louder.

More of his tears fall and his body is taken over with loud sobs.

I’m so sorry to the both of you for your loss.

“Noelle. Tell me! Tell me I didn’t lose her! What happened?” I can finally raise my voice and Walker’s eyes meet mine.

He stands up, wiping his tears on his sleeve and sits on the edge of the bed.

Deliah speaks up but her eyes are as glazed over as Walker’s. “You got dizzy at home. You fell and hit your head before Walker could get to you. They did some tests and they think you might have gestational hypertension. It can lead to preeclampsia, but nothing to worry about just yet. They are running a few other tests just to be sure it’s nothing else.”

“But the baby is ok?” My voice is shaking with the hope that she is fine.

“Yes.” Walker finally speaks.

I look to Noelle again. “But you said you were sorry for our loss. I heard that. Or didn’t I?”

I scrunch my face trying to remember if I did.

Noelle clears her throat looking to Walker and shaking her head.

“My mom,” Walker starts. “She was in a car accident this morning. She didn’t make it. Noelle was talking to Deliah and me.”

My body shakes as my emotions take over. “Walker I am so sorry. Oh my God.”

It was his mother and I feel selfish for being glad it wasn’t the baby. I feel terrible that he is here with me and he should be on his way to Michigan.

“You need to go. You need to be with your Dad.” I start to sit up but he keeps me still.

“Don’t worry yourself right now, baby. We need to get you and the little one healthy first and then I can see about heading up there,” he says.

“Walker, I can take care of her. You won’t have to worry about her. You can go,” Noelle tries to suggest.

“No!” He yells.

“Calm down,” Deliah says, coming up next to the bed. “We don’t need to put more stress on her.”

“I’m sorry Noelle, but no. I need to be by her side. I won’t leave this hospital without them. They are my life.” His eyes plead with Noelle as if he thinks she could make him leave.

“I understand.” She looks at me and walks towards the doorway. “I’ll go get your mom.”

Deliah steps forward offering her hand out to me. It feels frail, lifting it up, but I manage to make contact with a quick shake. “I’m Deliah. It’s nice to finally meet you, though the circumstances kinda suck.”

“Nice to meet you too. My condolences about your mother. I am thankful to have met her,” I say, saddened, as I realize that she will never meet her granddaughter.

The nurse comes in checking my vitals and telling me she will go to let the doctor know I’m up. Deliah says her goodbye and leaves Walker and me alone.

“You scared me,” he says kissing my forehead before sitting down in the chair he pushed up against my bed. Tears stained on his face.

“So, I hit my head?” I ask, rubbing the tender spot just above my ear.

“You did and I was cursing myself the entire time in the ambulance for not catching you. I’m supposed to be there when you fall.” He shakes his head in disappointment.

“Well you’re always there when I need you and you were there when I fell in love. That’s what matters. And now, with what has happened with your mom...it’s my turn to be there for you.” My hands glide through his longer than usual brown hair.

His head falls down to the side of my belly and he starts crying again. I continue to rub his head, neck and back until it seems he has fallen asleep.

A few minutes later the doctor comes in with the nurse and my mother not far behind. After my mom’s crying stops the doctor tells me that all my tests came out okay and I should start to feel better soon. He states that I’m showing a few symptoms of preeclampsia including headache and dizziness. He will be sending my hospital visit information to Dr. Gale and to follow up with him in a week.

My mom and nurse leave to get my discharge papers and a wheelchair as Walker collects my belongings.

“What was your mom’s middle name?” I ask, attempting to sit up on my own.

Curious he stops what he is doing and says, “Grace. Why?”

“Savannah Grace? That’s a beautiful name Walker. What do you think about giving the baby her name?”

My palms are sweaty. I don’t know if he is going to be upset with the suggestion.

“Erin. Besides my daughter, that is the greatest gift you could give me.”

M
y heart is breaking for Walker. In our short time together I have never seen him this way. Sullen and quiet is far from normal for him. He is, next to Noelle, one of the most outgoing people I know. Sitting in the car with him for the last two hours as we drive towards Michigan feels awkward, with barely any words spoken between us.