signs for the waiting room, they made their way to the quiet space. It was barely six in the morning and the room was pretty much empty, save an older couple on the opposite side of the room. Ethan directed her towards a sofa against the wall so they could easily spot Melody when she returned.
Sitting down on the sofa, Ethan offered up a smile and an inviting arm and she went straight to him. Mia snuggled right up to him, holding on so tight. This man was her strength. She never wanted to let him go ever again. He was stuck with her forever.
He slipped his phone from his pocket and checked the time. She saw it was later than she originally thought. She hadn’t slept since the flight to LA and she was exhausted. And he knew it.
“Suga, you need to rest,” he ordered, gently pushing her head to his lap.
“I’m not tired,” she protested. The need to see her father was strong but then Ethan played his trump card.
“Mia … you’re pregnant with our baby. Please rest.”
Our baby.
She hadn’t even had time to really think about what that all meant. She and Ethan were going to have a baby—a little human that the two of them made out of love. This had definitely not been a part of her plan to get Ethan back. When she had been coming up with her plan, Mia may have forgotten to add birth control to her list. She had stopped taking it after she broke up with Josh. Just a tiny oversight. Mia should have known sex would happen—and plenty of it.
And now she was knocked up by this wonderful man by her side. He had been so happy when she’d told him, but they hadn’t had a chance to discuss what it meant for them. They needed to figure that out—sooner rather than later. But first, she’d do as he’d told her—she’d sleep.
And as his fingers rhythmically smoothed her hair, she did just that.
Ethan
Eventually the fingers that had been kneading his thigh slowed to a stop. His suga was finally asleep. His now pregnant suga. That thought had a grin breaking out on his face. That dream—that goal they’d first spoken of before things had gone to hell—was finally coming true.
When she’d told him about the baby, the first thing he’d thought about was getting her engagement ring from his bag and asking her to marry him. And that’s what he’d been doing when the phone call about her father put a stop to him actually asking her. The ring that he’d given her four years ago was now tucked safely in his jeans pocket, but it wanted out and back on her finger.
He knew right now wasn’t the right time, but he’d keep this ring with him until he found the perfect opportunity to ask her to be his wife. And it better be soon. He needed to make her his wife!
Staring mindlessly at the television while Mia slept, Ethan waited for the nurse to return. And about thirty minutes of watching mid-morning television later, Melody knelt down beside him, a kind smile on her face.
“Hi. Her father has been moved to a different room—a private room …”
He nodded his thanks, grateful for this nurse’s foresight and doing what she could to keep the news that they were at the hospital under wraps. Mia didn’t need the added stress of the press knowing she was at the hospital for her father. Ethan needed her calm. Safe.
“I’m going to let her rest a little more and then I’ll tell her.”
“Okay,” Melody said, standing up, giving him the new room number before leaving.
Resting his head back against the wall, he closed his eyes. A short nap would do him good too. He’d give them both twenty minutes and then he’d wake her up.
When he opened his eyes again, he immediately knew it had been longer than twenty minutes. Hopefully not too much longer. Glancing at his phone, he found close to two hours had passed.
“Shit,” he said under his breath. Gently shaking Mia’s shoulder, he spoke her name. When she didn’t budge, he spoke again. “Suga, wake up.”
“No, sleep is good,” she mumbled, her breath hot against his thigh. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his mouth.
“I’m glad you feel that way. I’ll make sure to get you some more later, but right now, you need to wake up. Your father—”