Page 114 of The Betrayal

“Arizona King,” I splutter out, fuck, I am unfit.

She gives a slow and solemn nod as she picks the handset of the phone up and presses a couple of buttons. My hand is on my chest, and I can feel my heart racing under my shirt.

“The nurse is coming to take you to her.”

I roll my eyes.

“Can someone just tell me if she’s okay?” and I hear my voice crack but the receptionist picks the phone up again. I stand and just look at the room around me. People in beds with injuries as they wait to be seen, Doctors rushing in and out, some patients worse than others and I feel like I am in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy.

This is where Arizona worked. Her friends are here. And now she is back as a patient.

“Mr. Mills?” I hear the sound of a gentleman’s voice and I give him a quick once over. Mid-twenties maybe, probably one of Ari's old intern friends.

“Where is my wife?” my voice is thick and I am trying everything to keep my cool.

He doesn't respond, just leads me down a quieter hallway before slipping into a glass side room and closing the door behind me.

And that's when I see her.

Red puffy eyes, tear-stained face, but still as beautiful as ever.

“Baby,” I rush over to her, careful not to hurt her as I scoop her face into my hands, foreheads pressed together, and the tears roll down my cheeks.

“I'm okay,” she whispers through her own tears.

“Yeah?” I pull back and let my eyes roam over her once more.

“Well, I'm getting there.”

“The babies?” and my heart is pounding in my chest.

She is silent for just a moment before she cries some more, wrapping her arms around my body and burying her face into my shirt.

“Blossom, you're scaring me.”

“Arizona had a threatened miscarriage,” a female British voice fills the room and I know who it is instantly.

Dr Kyra.

I look over my shoulder at her and I can see the compassion on her face as she steps towards us, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“But the babies are okay?”

“Yes,” she smiles softly, “both babies are perfect.”

“Thank fuck,” I reach for Arizona, gripping her chin and lifting her beautiful face to look at me.

“The babies are okay Blossom; they're going to be fine...” I pause for a moment then turn my attention towards Kyra. “The babies will be okay, won't they?”

“Babies?!” Titus's voice booms around the room and I can feel the tension rolling through the thick air.

Shit.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

TITUS

I am fucking frantic. I got a call twenty minutes ago from the hospital New York-Presbyterian telling me that Arizona was in the emergency room. I am just grateful that she is okay.