But he doesn’t sound convinced.
A little while later, I’m settled in a private room that looks more like a luxury hotel suite than a hospital. Leave it to Vince to secure the best accommodations on Planet Earth in under an hour.
The bleeding has stopped, the edge of the pain dulled by medication. I’m exhausted but too wired to sleep. Vince slumps in a chair beside my bed, still wearing his wedding suit minus the tie. He hasn’t left my side once.
“You should go home,” I tell him. “Get some rest. I’m fine now.”
“Not a f*****g chance, Rowan.”
I sigh, too tired to argue. “At least take the other bed. That chair looks like medieval torture.”
“I’m fine where I am.”
There’s a crackle in his voice that makes me frown. “Vince, what’s going on? The doctor said the baby and I are stable. We ca
