With Me In Seattle: Fight With Me Part 17

Hey, handsome. Did you land safely? Would have loved to join the mile-high club with you today.

I turn my attention back to a report I'm working on when my phone chirps with a response.

Arrived safely, baby. Wish you were here. We will take a trip soon. I promise.

I like the sound of that.

It's a date. Be safe, I'll talk to you tonight. xo His response is a simple xo.

When did I turn into such a sap? I miss him already.

There's a knock on my door and Carly Lennox breezes into my office, leaving the door open behind her, thank goodness. She's dressed in a black suit with the skirt too short and white s.h.i.+rt unb.u.t.toned too low for my taste. This is an office, not a club.

"Hi, Jules," she purrs.

"Carly. What can I do for you?" What the f.u.c.k does this b.i.t.c.h want?

"Well, I could use some help with an account today. I'm trying to get some work done early because I don't want to work late. I have a date, and I figured, us girls have to stick together." She smiles sweetly but her eyes are shrewd.

I don't trust this woman, but I'm curious what her game is. She hates me. So I decide to play along.

"You have a date? That's great. Anyone I know?" I paste on the smile I use for people who recognize me from the magazine; sa.s.sy and completely fake.

"Well, don't tell anyone," she lowers her voice to a whisper and leans down like we're old friends sharing a secret. "but I've been seeing Nate. He's taking me out to dinner and dancing tonight."

I want to laugh. I really do. But I give an award-winning performance, frowning with fake concern.

"Oh, Carly, he must not have thought to call you this morning. He had to go to New York on business. He's going to be gone for a while." I'm deliberately vague on the timeline, interested to see her reaction.

I'm not disappointed.

She blushes scarlet and her smile disappears for just a second as she processes the information, then her fake smile is back. "Oh, I haven't checked my messages this morning." Her phone chirps from inside her suit jacket pocket, and she pulls it out to check a text message. "Oh, there he is now! Looks like an itinerary for New York. I guess I'll be joining him." She smiles sweetly. "Never mind. See ya!"

She waves and hurries out of my office and I'm struck dumb. Carly is going to New York? She's not even on his team. If he needs help, I should be the one to join him.

Maybe he sent for her because he knows that I have to be here in case Natalie goes into labor?

And what in the h.e.l.l is up with Carly wanting me to think she's dating Nate? There's no way she could possibly know that he's been seeing me, every day, for the past week and a half. She knows about the no fraternization policy here, it's drilled into us during orientation. Why would she tell me, the one person she hates here, that she's dating a partner when she knows I could get her fired with that information?

Either she's really stupid, which I know she's not, or she's setting me up for something.

I reach for my desk phone to call Nate and ask him about Carly when my iPhone begins ringing on my desk. I frown at Luke's name on the display.

"Hi, Luke."

"My water's wife broke!" he yells into the phone.

OhmyG.o.d!

"You mean your wife's water broke?"

"That's what I said, Jules! Her water broke!" He's frantic. Poor, poor Luke. I grab my purse out of my desk and lock it up, gather my coat and make a beeline out of my office. I'll call Mrs. Glover from the car.

"I'm on my way. I'll meet you at the hospital."

"Okay. Okay. Are you okay, baby?" I can hear Natalie's calm voice in the background.

"I'm fine. Calm down."

"I'm calm. I'm calm." Christ, he keeps repeating everything. He's not calm.

"Luke," I say in the most soothing voice I have. "She's fine. I'll meet you at the hospital."

He takes a deep breath, and his voice is more normal when he says, "Okay, we're on the way."

I hang up, grab my jacket, purse, phone and briefcase and make a beeline for the elevator. Once in my car, I realize that I didn't send that last report to Nate, and I forgot to shut my computer down. I call Mrs. Glover quickly, but get her voice mail.

"Mrs. Glover, this is Jules. I've had to leave abruptly due to a family emergency, but I forgot to send Nate the report he copied you in on in his email this morning. Would you please finish the email at my desk and then lock my computer and text me when you're finished? I appreciate it."

I hang up, throw my phone in my handbag, and concentrate on getting to my best friend.

"Just breathe." Natalie's hand is gripping mine with a strength I didn't know she had. Jesus, is she a construction worker or something? She's going to tear my hand off at the wrist. "Breathe, honey."

I cringe as she breathes through the pain. The contractions are coming harder and faster, finally. We've been here for about seven hours, and her labor stopped progressing after about two hours.

Luke is in the waiting room updating his and my parents, and they're calling all the siblings, keeping everyone up to date on Natalie's status.

"Okay, it's gone," she whispers and takes a deep breath.

"You're doing great." I say as supportively as I can muster. I'm scared to death.

"This f.u.c.king hurts, Jules. Don't ever do this to yourself. Really."

"It'll be worth it when Olivia's here." I smooth her dark hair off her face and wipe her forehead with a cool washcloth. Her beautiful face transforms into a wide grin at the mention of her daughter's name.

"We get to hold her today." We both turn our heads toward the monitor that is keeping track of Nat's contractions. The line starts to go up again and Natalie grips my hand again and begins to breathe.

"Oh, Jesus, Jules."

"Breathe, sweetie." I start to breathe with her and she laughs.

"You're going to hyperventilate."

"No I'm not. Breathe with me." Where the f.u.c.k is Luke?

"Hi, Mrs. Williams. I'm Ashlynn, your evening nurse. I'm taking over for the night. Let's check you real quick to see how you're progressing, okay?"

Natalie's contraction eases and she smiles and the pretty nurse. "Okay."

Ashlynn pushes her hand into a glove, then shoves her hand up Natalie's crotch. Jesus!

"I usually require someone to buy me dinner before they can do that to me," I remark, trying to keep Natalie's mood light.

She grins up at me. "Right?"

"Well, you're at about seven centimeters, and you're completely effaced, so if you keep going at this pace, it shouldn't be too much longer. I think you're ready for an epidural." Ashlynn smiles and pats Nat's leg. "I'll let the doctor know and she will call the anesthesiologist."

"Thank G.o.d," Natalie leans her head back on the bed. "I'm going with the drugs. I'm sorry, Jules, I know we said all natural, but I can't do it."

"Honey, you do what's best for you. These contractions are strong, and my hand may not survive many more of them. What does Luke say?"

"He said to go for the drugs if I needed them."

"Sounds like a plan then." I wipe her forehead with the washcloth again as a man with a white coat strolls through the door.

"I hear you're ready for some medication, Mrs. Williams." He's an older man with kind eyes. And needles in his hand.

"This is where I leave." I stand, but Natalie pulls me back down.

"You can't leave me here alone!"

"Um, Nat, he's got needles. I'll find Luke."

"This will only take a minute," the doctor says and Natalie is looking at me with big, green pleading eyes.

Oh my G.o.d.

Okay. I can do this. For Natalie, I can do this.

"Sit at the edge of the bed, Mrs. Williams, and hug your pillow, curving your back for me."

Natalie does as instructed, and I kneel before her, the needles out of my view, and rub my hands up and down her bare legs.

"Thank you," she whispers, her eyes a little frightened.

"No problem." I shrug like it's no big deal and take a deep breath. He's got motherf.u.c.king needles and he's about to stick them in her spine. I'm going to faint.

Natalie cringes as, I'm a.s.suming, the doctor pushes the huge, gigantic, enormously evil needle through her flesh, but then it's over.

"All done," he says and packs up his tools of torture. "Go ahead and lay back. It'll take effect shortly and you won't be able to feel anything from the waist down."

"Thank you." She's the most polite pregnant woman I've ever seen. I help get her settled and Luke comes back through the door.

"Hey, who was that guy?" he asks and sits next to Natalie, his hand resting on her belly.

"The anesthesiologist. I went for the drugs, baby. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing. We talked about this." He kisses her forehead, and then her lips.

"How is everyone out there?" I ask.

"They're excited and nervous. I would have been back sooner, but Isaac and Stacy showed up, and then the rest of your brothers and Sam and Mark all wanted to hear the status update from me directly, so I was on the phone with them for a little while." He sits back and watches the contraction monitor. The needle starts to go up again, but Natalie doesn't even flinch.

"It doesn't hurt anymore?" I ask.

"I feel a little pressure, but no, the pain is gone."

"Good," I smile at them both, and realize I haven't checked my phone all day. I pull it out of my purse and wake it up, frowning when I see eight missed calls and five text messages.

I check the texts first. The first one is from Mrs. Glover.

Email is sent. I hope your family is well.

I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that Nate got the doc.u.ments he needed on time, then check the messages from him.

Hey baby, breaking away for lunch do you have a minute to talk?

I'm going into a meeting, won't be available the rest of the afternoon.

Are you okay?

Please call me.

s.h.i.+t. He's worried. I haven't even thought about calling him since I got the call about Natalie. I should have called him. I check the voice mail.

"I'm worried. Jenny said you ran out of the office this morning because of an emergency, but she hasn't heard from you. I can't reach you on your cell or the house line. Please be considerate and let me know you're okay. I can't pack up and go home tonight to check on you. Call me."

I hang up and glare at my phone. I don't like his tone.

"Hey guys, I'm going to go find a quiet spot and call Nate real quick. He's been trying to reach me all day. Don't have that baby without me. I'll be right back." I kiss Natalie's cheek and walk down the hall to a small, empty waiting room. Our family must be out in the larger one near the hospital entrance.

I scroll down to Nate's name and press send.

"Julianne," he sounds relieved and p.i.s.sed at the same time.

"Hey, can you talk?"

"Yes, I'm at the hotel. Where the f.u.c.k have you been?"

"Don't yell at me. I'm at the hospital."

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" His voice is suddenly panicked and I feel like a s.h.i.+t.

"No," I respond, my voice calm now and soothing. "Natalie's in labor, Nate. I'm sorry I didn't call. I got the call this morning at the office after I texted you, and I raced here to meet them, and I've been with her ever since. It's been a long day. Still no baby."

"Is she okay?" he asks.