Chapter 65
A few days later, Montana had gone through her list of things to do. There was a project Mac needed to do for school and needed supplies, the visit with her OB, an appointment to have her hair trimmed, new sneakers to buy for Mac to wear at recess so she wouldn’t mess up her good shoes and Paul throw a fit as a result, pick up a few things she needed at the grocery store to make cupcakes for the bake sale at Kira’s preschool, and of course, picking up Kira herself.
She had kept her cell phone off the entire time, figuring Paul was hanging out with Brian and wouldn’t be bothering with her, the girls were in school anyway, and Montana was never one to use her phone in public unless it was totally necessary.
When she had turned it on after picking up Kira and headed home, she had found ten calls from Mariah’s number. Puzzled, Montana wondered why Mariah would be calling so many times, Montana thinking she would call Mariah back after she’d gotten home, put things away and gotten Kira settled in for the afternoon before Mac came in from school.
She had barely gotten things organized and put away when the phone rang again. Once more, it had been Mariah.
“Montana, Jesus, where have you been?” she asked anxiously when Montana answered.
“Well, I had to go to the doctor, had a ton of errands and then pick Kira up at preschool. Why, what’s going on that’s so important?”
“Brian’s been going insane for the last couple of hours and had me try to get hold of you. Paul got sick with this weird pain in his shoulder and it went all over the place, and then he passed out. Bri went with him to the hospital.”
“Oh my God! Has Bri been able to tell you anything?”
“They’re still there,” Mariah answered. “Last I heard, they were doing some tests on Paul.”
“I’m going to see if the lady across the street can stay with the girls, and then I’m on my way.”
Montana hung up quickly, then dialed Beverly’s number. She hastily explained to Bev what was happening and needed someone to stay with Kira. Mac would be in from school in a couple of hours.
Beverly stopped her; of course she could come over. She had dinner made already and all that had to be done was have her mother heat it when Brady came in from school. It would be no problem to stay with Mac and Kira.
Montana sighed with relief, explaining the best she could to Kira that she needed to go out again and Beverly was coming over. There was no point in getting into it with the little girl why Montana had to leave; it would only upset Kira and that was the last thing Montana needed right now. As soon as Beverly arrived, Montana took off for the hospital.
When she arrived, at first they though she was a patient, possibly in labor. Anxiously, she explained the sitation, stating she’d gotten a call about her husband, and was Paul still there?
He was and a doctor would be out to speak with her in a few minutes. It was all Montana could do not to cry.
Meanwhile:
“Dude, come on, fuck off,” Paul grunted at Brian. “I think I can take a piss by myself.”
“Sure, this is the thanks I get for getting you here after you practically drop dead on me. No skin off my ass if you fall to the floor and get covered in your own piss stink. And hell, it isn’t like I haven’t seen your tiny dick before.”
“Very funny. Did you even bother calling Montana? The last thing I need is her going into early labor from worry because I’ve been gone so damn long.”
“Mimi got hold of her; Mon got the chick across the street to stay with the girls and the last I knew, she was on her way here.”
“Thank God.”
“You whizzing okay?”
“No, Spanky, I just whip my dick out in the middle of the ER bathroom because I feel like it. Of course I’m okay.”
“Geez, just checking, dude. No need to be cranky.”
“Much as I appreciate the sentiment, Spank, I’m kind of scared shitless right now. It’s been almost two hours since they did all that shit on me and not one person has come in to tell me anything, plus I have a pregnant wife who’s probably going batshit herself wondering what’s going on. How the hell am I supposed to feel?”
“Well, they say no news is good news.”
“Or I could be on the brink of death.”
“Come on, PL, this is no time to be a downer. You got Mini PL coming, remember?”
“Yeah, you’re right. No use jumping to conclusions without hearing anything first.”
“That’s better. Now let’s get you back to your room before you excite all the nurses with your sexy ass flapping in the breeze.”
“What? Jesus, Spanky, why didn’t you say something?” Paul hurred to cover himself.
“Hey, come on, even a place like this needs a little excitement that doesn’t involve death, disease, or blood. Who better than to provide the happy kind?”
Later that early evening:
Montana had finally talked to the doctor, who filled her in with as much detail as possible; Paul was going to be all right, but they did want to keep him that night for observation. They were now in the process of transferring him upstairs and she was welcome to see him in the meantime.
She couldn’t help but shed happy and relieved tears when she finally saw him.
“What the hell is this?” he asked, wiping them away. “I’m not going anywhere yet, baby.”
“I know,” she replied. “I’ve been filled in on everything. It just all scared the daylights out of me.”
He gently patted her stomach. “Like you don’t have enough to worry about with the little man here. Besides, everything’s fine. Nothing a few meds won’t cure and I’m hanging here overnight. You can quit worrying now. Go home.”
Montana shook her head. “Not a chance. The girls are with Beverly, doing fine and I’ve gotten everything else done. You’re stuck with me for at least the next couple of hours, mister. Remember ‘in sickness and in health’ as part of our wedding vows? I’m living up to those right now, whether you like it or not.”
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