“You should’ve told me that day. You and Madison should’ve told us that day.” I pressed a hand to my uneasy stomach, my body swaying a little when the world went out of focus for a moment. Swallowing roughly, I continued on, words slow and a little thick at first. “I would’ve lost my mind and screamed at you and probably left the trip early and ignored you for a few days before working through it with you. And if you had, Madison would’ve never left. You wouldn’t have hidden so much from me for so long or broken your promise to the kids and me. You and I wouldn’t be in this position right now, and Stephanie Webb wouldn’t be naked in your office and telling the town networking system that y’all are having an affair or that we’re getting a divorce,” I cried out, my body shaking in a way that was completely out of my control. “So, unless you can go back to that night and stop us all from getting wasted, no, there’s nothing you can do.”
Beau suddenly pushed from the counter and stepped toward me, his movements seeming hesitant even though alarm rang through his tone. “Savannah?”
“I—” A shuddering breath seemed to rip from deep within me, and I started backward. But my steps felt too slow and my body felt too weak. “I have to—”
“So, unless you can go back to that night and stop us all from getting wasted, no, there’s nothing you can do.”
What the fuck does that mean?
Because this can’t be the end of us. There was no—
Everything disappeared and was replaced with alarm when I noticed Savannah’s hands. The way they were trembling against her stomach before they dropped heavily to her sides.
Her entire body was shaking.
I pushed from my spot at the counter and took slow steps toward her as I looked over her. The way her knees were knocking and her body seemed to be moving in small waves.
When I made it back up to her face, her lips were white.
Fuck. “Savannah?”
She blinked slowly at her name. “I—” Her shoulders jerked with a heaving breath, and I hurried to close the distance between us when she started staggering backward. “I have to—”
Her eyes rolled back and her body went limp just as I reached the doorway.
“Shit.” I lurched forward, grabbing one of her arms and pulling her close before she could collapse to the floor. “Savannah,” I said through clenched teeth, panic crawling up my throat as I lifted her into my arms. “Savannah.”
Within seconds, I was lowering her to our bed and had my phone out. “Come on, angel,” I whispered as I tapped on the name and put the call on speaker, then brushed my hand across Savannah’s clammy skin and found her slow pulse. “Savannah, I need you to look at me.”
I ended the call after the third ring and quickly went to the next name, putting it on speaker the way I’d done before.
He answered after the first ring. “Man, I heard what you did—”
“Shut up, Savannah passed out.”
“Shit,” Sawyer hissed. “Okay, what’s she doing now?”
“Fucking lying here, Saw. She isn’t responding to me or looking at me.”
“How long has it been?” he demanded.
My head shook quickly as I studied her labored breathing. “I don’t know. Not even a minute.”
He made a sound like he was struggling with what I should do. “If she doesn’t come to, you gotta take her somewhere.”
“Where?” I snapped. “The closest place is half an hour away.”
“What’s going on?” Rae asked in the background, and Sawyer hurried to fill her in.
“You should call Mom, she’ll know what to do,” he said to me, then spoke away from the phone again. “What? Why are you giving me that look?”
“I already did, she didn’t—” Relief barreled through me when Savannah sucked in a stuttered breath, her eyes wide and wild and searching, her hands reaching out like she was trying to stop herself from falling. “Gotta go.” I ended the call before grabbing up her hands in mine and waiting until those golden eyes settled on me. “Talk to me. You okay?”
Her head moved in a hesitant nod before shaking rapidly as tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
“Tell me what to do,” I begged softly as I cradled her face in my hand, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “Wanna go to the emergency room?” My phone vibrated, but I didn’t look away from Savannah as she continued shaking her head. “What can I get you? You’re scaring the shit outta me.”
“I don’t . . . I don’t know,” she said and choked over a sob. “I want to sit up.”
“I think you need to stay here for at least a few more minutes.” My stare darted over her face that was getting more color by the second. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” she said quickly as she wiped at her cheeks and released a steadying breath.
“Savannah, you passed out for the first time in all the years I’ve known you. You’re not fine.”
I glanced to the side when my phone vibrated another two times, tapping on the messages and opening up the ones from Sawyer.
And going absolutely fucking still.
Sawyer: Is she okay?
Sawyer: Beau . . . maybe you should take her to get checked . . .
Sawyer: Did you know Savannah’s pregnant?
I stared at the words for what felt like an eternity before slowly looking back at my wife.
Her eyebrows drew close when she looked up at me before she seemed to sag against the bed. “Whatever’s happened now, I can’t handle it. Just not—” She sighed. “Please, Beau, let it wait until tomorrow.”
“You’re pregnant?”
Her eyes widened and her face went void of all emotion for a while before a relenting sigh left her, transforming everything about the way she was holding herself and her expression.
Her head bobbed subtly as she whispered, “Yeah.”
“When were you gonna tell me?”
“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “It never felt like the right time, and I didn’t know how with everything going on.”
“But you told my brother,” I said gravely. “That isn’t something you keep from your husband, Savannah.”
Anger flared in her eyes. “All things considered, you have no room to say that to me. And I didn’t tell your brother. I made a slip in front of Emberly and Rae, and they figured it out. They weren’t supposed to say anything to anyone until after I’d told you.”
“Well, considering you just passed out, I’m glad someone told me.” I reached for her instinctively but forced my hand to stop inches above her body. “Now, tell me what you need. What can I do for you right now?”
“Nothing,” she said softly, her gaze drifting to the side.
“Right.” I exhaled slowly as I pushed from the bed and started across the room, slowing when I reached the door. “Tell me something,” I pleaded as I turned toward her. When she sat up and shifted in my direction, I asked, “How long have you known?”
She wavered for a second before admitting, “About a week and a half.”