Tyler’s Point of view
I can hear the change in Claire’s breathing. It has gone from normal to short and quick gulps. Thank god I had wrapped my arms around her waist because she collapsed in my arms.
Charlie rushes to my side.
“What do you need?” he asks.
“Call a doctor.”
I scoop her up in my arms and take her to our bedroom. Her breathing has slowed.
My heart races in my chest, beating hard with every breath. I don’t know what has happened, or why, but I will stay by her side.
I plop her down on the bed, covering her with the blankets. Tears flood my eyes as I sob. What the actual hell am I crying for? She doesn’t need a sobbing mess; she needs a powerful partner.
As I hold her hand I cry, “I am here baby, I am here.”
Her gorgeous face looks so peaceful. I watch as her eyes flutt
