chapter twenty-one

Four weeks later,

Tyler Mitchell's POV

Finally, the day to go back to the doctor to check if everything is okay. Every time Emily felt something, my urge was to run to take her to the hospital. In fact, I wished we had appointments every week.

"Emily, wake up," I said calmly, shaking her body. I had slept in Justin's apartment to go with her since the appointment was at eight in the morning.

"Emily! We're going to be late," I tried to wake her up once again, and nothing. These days she's been like a bear in winter; if you let her, she'll sleep standing.

"For the love of God, Emily. Wake up!" I said the last word a bit louder, and she started to move. She looked at me with a wrinkled face, probably annoyed at having to wake up early.

"Good morning to you too," she said, getting up. "Get ready quickly; we're going to be late."

"And what time is it?" she asked, heading to the bathroom.

"7:30 am."

"OH MY GOD, Tyler, WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP EARLIER?"

Morning screams.

After that