#Chapter69
/"Emma?/" Hands shaking as I locate his number and pull the cell to my ear, stomach doing a nosedive. Eyes on her incredibly calm face and falling into the first stages of freak out.
/"Don’t panic./" Emma smiles gently. /"These things take hours; this is just a twinge, and I just want to be sure he’s here, in case it’s not./" She smooths a hand over mine on the table and yet moves her chair back so she can sit further down in it. I watch her tilt her head back and take some deep breaths as Jake’s cell seems to ring for eternity.
I chew on my lip, tap my foot harder and tap the table with my nail as it rings, and rings, and bloody well fucking rings.
Pick the fuck up!
/"Sophabelle. What can I do you for?/" Jake jokes down the phone and I practically sigh with relief at his voice. Typically playful, yet I’m on the verge of yelling at him for taking beyond an average amount of time to answer his goddamn cell.
