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"Et tu es un casse-pieds," Elsa groaned. And a pain in the ass!
"She's fine," the paramedic told me as she checked Elsa's vitals. "She's just dehydrated and tired. She needs bed rest for a few days andViola!She'll be back to normal."
At the hospital, they wheeled Elsa into the emergency room, and I was left pacing the waiting area, my thoughts a chaotic mess. Dean and Thierry arrived shortly after, their faces etched with worry.
"She was overdoing it but wouldn't fucking listen." I ran a hand through my hair. "She's dehydrated. And she's tired."
"I told her as well," Thierry said wearily, "but you know how she gets. Stubborn like her Mamman."
"How do we make sure this doesn't happen?" Dean wanted to know.
"By keeping her in bed," I vowed, "And she'll be there even if I have to fucking handcuff her to it."
Dean made a face. "I don't need to know whatever kinky stuff y'all are into."
I flipped him off. "Fuck you, Dean."
Before he could say something else to piss me off, a doctor came out and asked for the family of Elsa Sainte-Croix.
"Elsa Archer," I corrected him automatically. I needed to get someone to expedite the paperwork and make sure she had new documentation with heractualname.Mylast name.
The doctor, who looked all of twenty years old, cocked an eyebrow.
"She's my wife. How is Elsa? How's the baby?"
The doctor began to speak in French but I raised my hand to silence him. I wasn't in a place to focus on another language right now. "In English,s'il vous plaît."
The doctor nodded. "She's stable," he said, his tone reassuring. "She was severely dehydrated and exhausted, but we've given her fluids, and she's responding well. The baby is fine. We'll keep her here for a little while to monitor her, but she should be okay."
Relief washed over me so intensely that my knees nearly buckled. "Merci," I managed to say, my voice choked with emotion. "Can I see her?"
"D'accord," the doctor said. "Come with me." He looked at Dean and Thierry.
"They're friends," I explained.
"Just one person at a time until we move her to the maternity ward. I think she should stay the night, and you can take her home tomorrow." The young doctor nodded at Thierry and Dean.
I entered the room Elsa was in quietly, my heart aching at the sight of Elsa lying on the hospital bed, looking so small and vulnerable. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave me a weak smile.
"Hey," she whispered.
"Hey," I replied, gently taking her hand. "You scared the hell out of me."
She squeezed my hand weakly. "Scared myself as well."
"Don't ever do thatagain," I said, my voice cracking.
She frowned. "Your bedside manner ishorrible." She said the word horrible in French.
I leaned to kiss her forehead. "I'm so glad you're okay. Both of you."
Tears welled up in her eyes, and I brushed them away gently. "Hey, hey, hey."
"I was so scared that I hurt the baby." She put her hand, the one without the IV, on her stomach. "I was so stupid. I should've listened to you, to Thierry."
"Next time, youwill," I said sternly. "You need rest, and you're going to get it if I need to fucking chain you to the bed."
I expected her to yell at me, but instead, she smiled. "Really?"
