Lily
One month later...
It was four a.m., and I was three and a half hours away from crawling into my awesome, comfy, warm bed—I yawned just thinking about it—when frantic screams came from the ambulance bay, and I was wide awake once again.
“Lily, you’re with me,” Doctor Walker bellowed.
I nodded and donned gloves as I followed him outside.
Maverick and I had had a blissful month. No threats, no one watching us (that we could see), and the wedding planning was going remarkably smooth. Our wedding date was in five weeks, and I couldn’t wait to make everything official. I also couldn’t wait to have babies. I was tempted to go off the Pill now, but we’d decided to wait two years before we tried for children.
EMTs dragged a gurney from the back of an ambulance, pulling me from my thou
