Chapter 2
The heavy doors of the SUV swung open,
and the cold wind rushed in.
Lucian did not wait for medical staff,
he simply lifted me into his arms again.
I felt incredibly light against his massive frame,
cradled against his chest as he stepped into the rain.
His bodyguards immediately formed a protective wall around us,
holding large black umbrellas to shield us from the storm.
We moved rapidly toward the emergency entrance,
the sliding glass doors parting instantly.
The bright fluorescent lights blinded me,
and the smell of antiseptic filled my nose.
I heard chaotic shouting,
nurses rushing forward with a stretcher,
doctors barking orders.
"Put her down, sir,"
a frantic doctor instructed,
running alongside us.
Lucian ignored him,
continuing to carry me straight through the lobby.
"I am taking her to the private wing,"
Lucian stated,
his voice cutting through the noise like a blade.
"Clear the elevators,
now."
The hospital staff froze,
finally recognizing the man giving the orders.
Lucian Blackwood practically owned this city,
and likely this hospital too.
A terrified administrator scrambled to a nearby elevator,
swiping a keycard with shaking hands.
The doors chimed open,
and Lucian stepped inside,
never loosening his grip on me.
"You are safe now,"
he murmured,
looking down at my pale face.
I whimpered as my stomach tightened again,
the pain blinding and absolute.
The elevator shot upward,
leaving the chaos of the emergency room behind.
When the doors opened again,
we were in a pristine,
quiet hallway.
Luxury suites lined the corridor,
a stark contrast to the crowded lower floors.
Lucian carried me into the largest suite,
gently laying me down on the plush hospital bed.
A team of elite specialists poured into the room,
their faces serious and focused.
"Check the babies,"
Lucian ordered,
stepping back just enough to give them space.
"If anything happens to them,
or to her,
I will tear this hospital down to its foundations."
The head doctor swallowed hard,
nodding quickly before turning to me.
Monitors were attached to my chest,
wires taped to my swollen belly.
The sound of three rapid,
tiny heartbeats filled the quiet room.
Thump,
thump,
thump.
I let out a loud sob of relief,
hearing the proof that they were still alive.
Lucian stood in the corner,
his arms crossed,
his eyes locked on the monitor.
The tension in his broad shoulders relaxed slightly,
but his jaw remained a tight,
angry line.
"The babies are stressed,
but stable,"
the doctor announced,
wiping sweat from his brow.
"We have stopped the premature labor for now,
but she needs absolute rest."
Lucian nodded slowly,
his gaze shifting back to me.
"She will get whatever she needs,"
May you like
he said,
making a silent vow that changed my life forever.
