Dermot's pov
Carter delivered on his promise by having my assistant bring the rest of my work to the hospital, I didn't have to stay here for long but the doctor said they needed to watch me so I will be here for some time.
I wasn't particularly ecstatic about it but it's not like I could do anything with Carter frowning down at me.
So exhausting.
He comes straight here after work with his dinner and mine because everyone knows hospital food is shit. We have dinner together and talk before he goes home leaving me here alone.
I wish I wasn't stuck here, there were so many things I wanted to find out about this Bernard Shaw, for some reason, I had this instinct to protect Carter because I felt like he was in danger. I chalked it up to hormones at first but maybe they had something to do with it.
But anytime I hear that name, my baby kicks for no reason. I decided that it couldn't be a coincidence at all for that to happen.
