Gatsby's POV
I paced back and forth waiting for news. I wanted Annabelle to be okay I needed Annabelle to be okay. Suddenly the doctor came downstairs.
"She's going to be alright. She was with child she was miscarrying. You're a lucky man most woman don't survive that. She needs time to heal so she'll be on some medication and bed rest for a month."He said.
"Could I take her back home? I live right next door." I asked.
"As long as you're careful son she can't be moved after that."
"Alright thank you doctor I'll pay the bill right away."
"It's not a problem ."
"Thank you." I said and went upstairs Annabelle was sleeping blissfully. I gently picked her up and walked her home. She was okay that was all that mattered.
"Are you sure you're alright Jay?" Nick asked.
"I'm fine Old sport as long as she's fine." I replied and laid her down in our bedroom. As soon as she was fully recovered I would marry her this I swear.
