Chapter Eighty
Another stabbing pain shot through her belly, as she lay on the carpet. Francesca looked up as the door opened. Declan entered, getting down on his knees next to her. “I’m so sorry! The way I treated you before. I should-” The pain was almost unbearable. “I should never have got back together with him.”
“Don’t worry about that now, Fran.” Declan felt her forehead. “We need to get you to the hospital. Once this contraction has passed, we’ll get you to my truck, got it?”
She nodded, sweat trickling down her face. “Please, I need to say this. I love you, Dec. I always have.” She closed her eyes, wishing the pain to go away.
“Yeah, I love you, too. You’re a good friend.” He stared at her like she was mad.
“It’s easing.” Francesca relaxed her muscles, the pain dissipating.
