Chapter 194

“Is that for me?” Richie smiled at Megan but inside his heart was thudding heavily in his chest. Megan seemed dead tired and so stressed!

Holding the cup towards him she smiled.

“Was meant for Jon but if you want cold coffee, be my guest.”

Taking the cup from her small hand, he downed it.

“Lord almighty! Does this hospital need more patients? Shit! They try to poison the people with that crap! “

Megan’s laugh tingled in the hallway. Trust Richie to lighten the mood!

A busty nurse came walking their way, her lips curled into a smile, her eyes feasting on the dark, tall hunk of flesh. Seeing the appreciation in her eyes, Richie’s lips pulled into those dimpled killer smiles of his.

“Suddenly I don’t feel so well…you gonna make me feel better?”

He blocked the woman’s way, not that she objected in anyway.

“Well something could be arranged. What are the symptoms?”

Megan stared flabbergasted at the scene playing before her. Well damn!

“I feel hot…so hot…feel me…” her hand fluttered up towards his cool forehead.

“Oh yes, I feel it. I have something for that you know.”

Leaning against the wall, Richie stared down at the curvaceous treat.

“Oh yeah? And what would that be?”

“A really cold shower.” The nurse’s face was blank.

Megan almost fell off her chair from laughing. It looked like some invisible hand slapped the smile right from Richie’s face.

She batted her eyelids at the dark stranger, holding her ringfinger in the air.

“Sorry handsome, I’m taken.” She winked at him before she walked away.

“Well damn! That didn’t go well.” His sulking face didn’t help much and Megan stifled a giggle.

“You horndog! That serves you right. I think this rockstar status is starting to get to you.”

“She didn’t even recognized me! “

“See, tol d ya! You needed someone to put you in your place Mr. Vain.”

Shaking his head, he laughed.

“Oh well. I don’t do married chicks anyway.”

Patting his knee slightly she laughed.

“Keep telling yourself that Sweetie and one day you might just believe that.”

“Gmmmff..gee thanks for the support.”

“You welcome stud muffin.”

“I think Jon and I need to talk. He needs to give you a good spanking. You are much too cheeky for your size.”

She stuck out her tongue at him.

“Yeah, definitely a good spanking.” He eyeballed her.

“Jon?”

Megan stood up. Jon’s defeated look messed with her insides.

“How she doin bro’?”

“Its touch and go.  She is in premature labor. Baby, she is asking for you…” he rubbed his eyes, his grey pallor squeezed at her heart.

“You ok?”

Wrapping her in his arms, he muffled in her hair.

“Better than those two people in that hospital bed.”

He let her go and she turned towards the room.

Dorothea watched anxiously at the door. Seeing Megan, she held out her hand.

“I need a woman with me who knows what I’m going through. I’m gonna lose my baby Meg. I know it, I can feel it deep inside me.”

Stroking the dark hair from her face, she coaxed gently.

“Don’t you worry. The doctors are doing the best they can. All you can do right now is to rest and think good thoughts about the baby. “

Dorothea had Megan’s hand in a death grip, tears spilling down her frightened face.

They heard Jon and Richie’s voices as they entered the room.

“This is all my fault. I should have never agreed to this. I’m poisoning my baby with all these lies and deceit! If I lose him, I’ll never forgive myself!” Dorothea’s hysterical high pitched voice shrieked above the baby heart monitor.

“Honey, calm down.  You aren’t doing anything to your baby! Listen to me! Look at me! You and the baby are going to be ok, but you need to rest now.”

Dorothea’s breaths came in gasps and the moment her contraction hit the monitor went off the chart.

“Jon get a nurse..NOW!”

Jon twirled on his heel and rushed out, his urgent voice demanding assistance.

Nurses and doctors piled into the room. Dorothea was begging everyone’s forgiveness while crushing Megan’s hand.

“Could you please leave the room?”

“NO! I want her with me. Don’t leave,  please don’t leave me.”

“I’m going nowhere.” Lifting her gaze, she challenged the doctor staring at her.

Richie stared in disbelief at the agonizing woman in the bed.

“Mr. Sambora …”

“Yes?” he turned to see his earlier flirtation smiling at him.

“Could you please wait in the hallway?”

“So you did recognize me.” Satisfaction turned his dimples into deep hollows.

“Of cause I did. I would recognize you two anywhere..now..” She flicked a quick look in Jon’s direction.

Throwing his hands up in the air, he backed up.

“Ok, ok I’m going, sweet cheeks.”

Sitting down, Dorothea’s words replayed in his mind. What she said slotted the puzzle into place, but what did she agree to? Who made her agree to it? He could blow her out of the water with all the evidence he had, but he was no insensitive bastard. This woman was killing herself and maybe her baby with her own guilt. There would be a right time some day to come out with the truth, just not now. Just to find out who is involved in this….

Standing up he walked towards the pacing Jon.

“Bro’ let me walk you out, I think you could do with a smoke break around about now.”