***LONDON’S POV***
TWO MONTHS LATER
“I need to pop this baby out of me, Mia. And don’t even say I am just in my second stage in my second trimester, I would punch you,” I warn her as I fix my makeup, making sure I’ve got my mascara in place.
“I am sorry, Ma’am,” she mouths and I roll my eyes at her, shooting daggers at her.
“When did the men say they would be back? I miss Alex like crazy,” Casey says sighing with a glass shot before her.
“Tonight or tomorrow morning,” Cecily says over a mug of hot chocolate.
She has that addiction with her pregnancy and I roll my eyes again for the second time this evening.
“I have a suggestion for us girlies,” Mia says and I look around until I spot her, she walks towards us with flyers in her hands, giving each of us one of it.
I glance through it.
“No way. The last time we went out clubbing, I remember our men furious when they came looking for us,” I say smiling sheepishly.
Zane doesn’t like me out there unprotected.
“With your pregnant belle and our reputation in town, I bet a single soul would want to touch us,” Casey prompts.
Cecily and I share a glance, then, we nod our heads.
“Let’s go clubbing then, but we need to eat at some point if we are going to drink. Besides, you two need to drink for the rest of us,” I mouth out pointing at them.
Mia and Casey giggles and then, we set out to leave.
“Who is driving?” I ask warmly.
“The men left Sinner to look at us, but I guess he is busy somewhere. I will drive,” Mia states and grabbing the keys to the Jeep, she leads the way.
“To ladies night,” she cries out.
“To ladies night,” I mouth out.
Dante was asleep and Lisa was somewhere relaxing. It was me leaving my live again like I was free.
I don’t know how long the ride to the new club takes, but the moment we step into the place, I know the wait was worth it.
We other pink punches that tasted like cotton candy, no alcohol in them for the pregnant ladies while the non pregnant women had shot glasses before them.
“I don’t need to drink a lot, I have to drive us back home,” Mia says popping her eyes out.
“That’s okay, I will drive,” Cecily says and Mia chants happily, knocking back extra shots.
When she is on the third shot glass, she switches to drinking beer.
Casey not far behind her.
We dance, the music good and my body flowing to the redeem of it.
It is at almost two a. m. When the next badge of shots comes.
“We all need to take this one,” Mia says her voice meaning she is tipsy.
“But…” Cecily starts.
“Nothing will happen, it is good,” she states.
I knock down the first shot and it burns my throat. I don’t take any more, instead, I focus on the beer she offers me and take some of it.
That was my biggest mistake because it made it four of us became drunk.
I might not be blindly drunk, but too tipsy to stay straight.
At five o’clock, I rushed to the restroom and came back to our booth to find the ladies laughing and chanting softly.
“Time to go home, girls,” I say, slurring my words as well.
Zane wouldn’t like this me a single bit, I hope he finds me when the hangover is done and dusted.
“Cecily, you can’t drive home,” I tell her frowning.
“No, I can’t,” she says.
I was eighty percent drunk, but I could manage to drive. Right?
No way I was letting something happen to us here.
It was harder to reach the car, but we finally made it out and soon enough, we entered the car.
Perspiration dotted my forehead, I was fighting to keep my eyes open and no matter how it got, I sneered when I placed the key and ignited the car.
“You could put the car on automatic and let it take us home,” Mia suggests.
“Shut up, if you hadn’t drank that much, I wouldn’t have been here,” I tell her sneering.
“You shut up. You were the bored one, I just wanted a bit of entertainment,” she cries out.
“Stop! Just drive us home, please,” Casey says.
“I feel I am going to be sick,” Cecily mutters resting her head against the door.
Focusing on my breathing and the cold night air, I start driving us home.
I know it wasn’t speed limit at a point and I missed running into an opposite car three times before I heard sirens behind us.
“It’s the police, London, you need to stop the car,” Cecily says.
“Oh no! I can’t,” I say adding gas to the car and fighting not to hit other cars.
The siren blast in dense now and not only one but three patrol cars are chasing us now.
“Fuck, London, do you know what you are doing?” Mia ask.
“Escaping the police?” I slur out drunkenly.
“You can’t do that. Atop the damn car before you kill us all,” Casey screams and I reeve the car to the side of the road and pressing the gas, I feel them slam forward.
The airsac comes out to punch me in the face and deflates, I knock my head on the steering and the horn blasts before I cry out.
“Ouch! Ow! That hurts like a bitch,” I cry out.
The police cars are now surrounding us, and it’s not good.
“This isn’t good at all,” Cecily shrieks out and I look at the tall men stomping towards us.
My face hurts like crazy, my eyes hurt too. But I feel blood trickle down my face from my forehead.
Damn it. It just keeps getting worse.
When does it stop? I wonder staying put and waiting for the police.
A knock on the windshield makes me jump, I have tears in my eyes as I roll it down quickly.
“No seatbelt? Ma’am please leave the car,” one officer says.
I hold back the sob from ripping in my throat, I don’t want that for myself, thus, I look at the pained look on my friend’s faces.
No seatbelt? Oh, shit! I hadn’t even noticed I wasn’t putting on a seatbelt.
‘London you are in deep trouble,’ I cry out to myself gently.
“Your license, Madam,” the man that spoke to me before says.
I look back at the cars and the other officers are pulling my friends out.
“FUCK!” I cry out gently.
I don’t have a driver’s license and the only two people with theirs are Mia and Cecily, the are both drunk.
“My head hurts like shit,” Casey says.
Cecily groans on her part and whispers barely enough for us to hear.
“I think I am going to be sick,” she cries out and pushes the officer just in time to bend by the waist and vomit.
Casey starts crying, and Mia too.
My eyes wobble with tears because I am in trouble.
“We need to get home,” I tell them.
“I’m sorry ladies, but it’s not possible. And you have a cut on your head. You should have gotten into an accident,” Paul, so his badge says, explains.
“Call the ambulance to come check her in,” The one beside Cecily mutters.
“I need Alex,” Casey whimpers covering her mascara smeared face with it.
Damn it! I don’t even know what to do right now, but I feel like I need Zane here too.
He is going to be very disappointed at me, the guys too, but it is better to let them know what is going on that stay here and get into bigger problems.
“Anyone you want me to call?” Paul ask after he finishes putting out a call for an ambulance.
“My husband,” I murmur.
Officer Paul nods and asks for Zane’s number.
A few minutes later, the officer hands me the phone and I take in a deep breathe before responding.
“Zane?” I slur out.
“Disappointed. I’m so fucking disappointed at you. You’ve got charges to your name I have to clear out, and you…” he trails when I break down in tears handing the phone back to the Officer.
“Your husband wants to talk to you, Ma’am,” he insists giving it back to me.
“Well, I’m done talking to him. You can take me in when you are ready,” I mutter looking at him, daring him to continue.
Nodding, he graps the phone and return to the car. I hear the officer speak into the phone and then, gives an address.
I don’t pay attention anymore because the ambulance comes in time to take me in for checking.
“It’s not deep, so, we can do it here and if you have someone to pick you ladies up,” the female EMT doctor says.
“Thank you,” I muster.
“Do you have any allergies you want me to know?” she asks helping me onto the bed and making me to lie there.
“It’s not an allergy, but I am pregnant,” I tell her.
Her face blanches softly before the color returns to her face.
“Thank you for letting me know,” she says going about her work.
“You should check Cecily too, she is pregnant and is drunk. She puked when we were outside,” I add honestly.
I am scared our babies might be in real danger now. How stupid had I been?
Zane hates me, he says he was disappointed at me. His words come to my mind and I scrunch my face up crying softly.
“Hey, London,” I hear sometimes later and when I see a frightened looking Cecily, her eyes are mirroring the fear I have in mine.
“The men will be so mad at us,” I blurt out and she nods gently, gazing down at her feet.
I pick at my fingernails gently, finding nothing there.
“Ms. London, if you would stay calm, I will stitch your forehead now. A colleague of mine will turn to your nausea,” the nurse tells Cecily and directs her to the station.
I lay there, waiting for the antibiotics to hit my system, and then, she starts stitching go quickly.
“Five stitches and we are all done,” she exclaims.
“I feel dizzy,” I mutter before everything blacks out in me.
When I open my eyes, I have a breathing mask on my face and worried looks of EMT Doctors staring at me.
“What happened?” I ask gently.
“You zoned out for ten minutes and you were unresponsive,” she explains and checking my vitals.
I feel so weak now, and dehydrated as well, I still feel sloppy drunk, and my head is aching.
“Any drugs for my headache?” I ask staring at her.
“While pregnant, I wouldn’t suggest you to get any Tylenol. But I have some water you could drink. That might help. When last did you drink water?” she asks and my brows shoot up.
I’m about to answer when I see Zane’s shadow morph on the door.
“Zane!” I cry out gently, calling him forward with my hand. He doesn’t make any attempt to come forward.
“You didn’t drink any water last night?” he asks quizically.
My mouth hangs half the way.
“Wait, what?” I question sobbing harder.
“I am about to give her some water, Mr. Besides, you are not supposed to be in here. The ambulance is for patience,” the nurse explains.
“It’s okay, he is my husband,” I answer.
Whatever the nurse is about to say is lost when Don Russel enters the ambulance his eyes searching at everyone of us until he spots his wife.
Cecily breaks down, sobbing too.
Finally, two women are crying and our men just stand there glaring at us.
Zane takes tentative steps towards me and kneels before my bed, making room between my swinging legs.
“Hey, baby, Daddy is here now,” he says only for me to hear it.