Kane chuckled and placed his hand on my back and rubbed up and down. I could get used to this side of him, I thought as I closed my eyes until my dizzy spell went away. I opened them when the nurse walked back into the room holding a white plastic cup.
“This is Lucozade, drink it,” she said and handed me the cup filled with orange liquid. “It will make you feel better until you get some food into you.”
I thanked the nurse as I took the cup from her hands and brought it to my lips. I took a little sip of the drink then finished it in three gulps.
I hummed, “That was nice.”
Kane chuckled, “Food time.”
Yes. Food.
Kane took my hand and lead me out of the blood room and if I wasn’t so lightheaded, I would have blushed like a little schoolgirl. I shook my head at myself and followed Kane as we headed to the café within the hospital. I sat down at an empty table while Kane went about and got some sandwiches and crisps.
“Excuse me, ma’am, do you have the correct time?”
I looked up to who spoke, and for a second, I got a fright. The man was a burn victim—half of his face was just one big scar. I tried my very best not to stare at it.
I glanced at my phone for the time and when I got it, I looked back to the man and said, “Just after nine, sir.”
“Thank you.” He winked.
I smiled. “You’re welcome.”
He glanced at my stomach. “Good luck.”
Huh?
I looked down to my stomach and laughed.
He meant good luck with my pregnancy.
I think.
“Oh, thank you. I’m only twenty weeks away. It’s not long now.”
The man stared at me for a moment. “Yeah, not long at all.”
What?
I was about to say what I was thinking to him, but he turned and walked away without waiting for my reply or saying goodbye. He didn’t look back, just walked out of the cafe and towards the exit of the hospital.
That was weird.
I thought about it for a minute, but then my stomach grumbled and I forgot about everything except about how hungry I was.
When Kane came back, I wanted to burst into song. He put food items on the table and pushed them towards me. I blinked down at the items and looked up to Kane, who was staring at me like he was willing me to open up a sandwich and eat it.
I chuckled, “This can’t all be for just me?”
Kane shrugged. “I don’t want you to be hungry, we might be here for a while.”
“Kane,” I laughed and pushed a sandwich towards him, “eat this. I can’t eat with you just sat there starin’ at me like I’m a doll on display in a museum.”
Kane grinned. “You are a doll though. You’re my babydoll.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Stop being cute and eat the bloody sandwich.”
He did as I asked with a ghost of a smile on his face. I finished a double chicken and stuffing sandwich within five minutes. Kane was only halfway through his BLT sandwich by the time I was done.
I groaned, “I feel so much better after that.”
“The girls were right; you do eat like Bear Grylls.”
Oh, for the love of God.
“Get over it. It’s your child that is the cause of it.”
Kane snorted, “I know, he’s gonna be an awesome kid.”
I growled.
“Do you want to sit here for a bit or go back to the waiting area?” Kane asked, grinning at me.
“The waitin’ area,” I replied. “I don’t wanna miss me name being called.”
We got up and went back to the waiting area and found all the seats were taken. This irritated Kane.
“I’m telling one of the husbands of those women over there to get up.”
I grabbed his arm. “You’ll do no such thing.”
“You aren’t standing around for God knows how long—”
“Aideen Collins?”
I looked from Kane to a nurse I recognised. It was the nurse I met in the emergency room eight weeks ago. She had a pink folder in her hand that I assumed was mine.
“I’m here.” I smiled and walked over to her with Kane in tow.
“That was just lucky,” he mumbled.
I ignored him and smiled to the nurse. “Hello again.”
The nurse smiled then flicked her eyes past me and tensed up a little. It caused me to frown so I looked back to Kane then to the nurse.
What was her problem?
“Is everythin’ okay?” I asked.
She nodded her head and kept her eyes on me. “Everything is fine. I’d like you to follow me up to the second floor so I can carry out your appointment.”
“Lead the way.”
The nurse smiled, turned and began to walk. Kane and myself followed her, but I was no longer smiling. I was scowling.
“Hey,” Kane murmured, “what’s that face for?”
“I don’t like how she looked at you,” I replied lowly to him.
“What way did she look at me?” he asked.
I set my jaw. “Like she was frightened.”
Kane sighed, “I get that a lot, darling. I don’t blame her though—I do look scary.”
Hearing him say that made me really mad.
“No. You. Don’t,” I hissed. “You look perfectly fuckin’ fine, and fuck anyone who thinks differently.”
Kane grabbed hold of my arm and brought us to a stop. He rounded on me and looked down at my face. “Babydoll.”