His Property novel Chapter 15

Month 8... This was the farthest I'd ever reached. Ryder was thrilled, I mean I get it I guess. Every day he would come home and give me belly rubs and talk to the twins, it was one of the few things that made me smile.

He was ready for a family, I wasn't, he was ready for marriage, I wasn't, the only reason I agreed to marry him was that it only made sense... why wouldn't you marry the man you fell in love with, especially when you're pregnant by him

The doctor said I could go into labor anytime now, as of now I was 35 weeks in, Ryder hardly ever left the house, when he did it was to get me little snacks that he didn't have at the house.

"How are you feeling?" My fiance said speeding on the highway. Ryder was reckless in his sports cars, driving between cars, going 20 miles over the speed limit, so I wasn't the least bit surprised when we were pulled over.

"I feel like you should drive like a normal person for once." I scowled. He kissed my forehead and smirked as the officer knocked on the window.

"I'm gonna need your license and registration." The guy hadn't even looked at Ryder. Willingly he handed them both, but as his eyes trailed over the given material, he took off his glasses and looked at my fiance.

"My apologies sir, for future references I recommend you slow down at least a little to keep the cops off your tail. Congratulations by the way." He beckoned to me.

"Thank you." I smiled. Ryder chuckled and drove off.

"That doesn't mean continue to break the law." I rolled my eyes as my phone rung, it was Sebrina.

"Yeah, whats-"

"COME TO THE HOSPITAL ON BUSCH ASAP!" She yelled.

"What happened?!" I put the phone on speaker,

"It's Natana, she- she tried to kill herself- JUST GET OVER HERE!!" She hung up the phone. I looked at Ryder who nodded making the most illegal u-turn I've ever seen.

What the fuck is wrong with her? Fucking up my life and then trying to kill herself... what's her fucking deal.

"Natalia calm down." Ryder put his hand over my mine. I sighed and looked out the window.

***

"Good afternoon, how may help you?" The receptionist asked

"Alright, she's in room 140A."

"Thank you."

***

I opened the door, my best friend was with Matteo, she stood to hug me she was still crying but I didn't understand why.

"She's in critical condition." She whispered, I frowned and walked over to my sister's stretcher, she was unconscious but her heartbeat was steady. I'd always had a rocky history with Natana, every time she tried to contact me I would cut her short. It wasn't ok and I know that, but it couldn't have been that hard to hear her out. But she nearly ruined my life...

"I hate you." I whispered, "I'll always hate you... but why would you do this to yourself?" I ran my fingers through her hair, not like she could hear me or anything. Both of her wrists were wrapped in gauze lightly tinted with blood.

"IS SHE OK?" A painfully familiar voice burst through the door. I sighed and looked at her.

"Rachel."