Chapter 62: Chapter Sixty-Two

Olivia

I laugh at him, full out laugh. Because he is crazy. After all my hard work and all the invites I've already sent out? He must really be crazy.

"Don't shit with me Jason." I tell him after recovering from my laugh.

He's the one who kept pushing for the wedding in the first place with mom. No one is going to tell me anything about this wedding, it's happening whether he's there or not.

"Babe, you were almost hurt. I can't have that happening." He replies looking very guilty, as he should.

"Aren't you the one who suggested to get married before the babies come with mom? If you don't want to get married to me in three weeks Jason, I'll find someone else." I tell him and watch with pleasure as anger enters his eyes but it quickly dissipates.

"Fine. But I'm taking away control of everything. From now on you're on bed rest until the day of the wedding and it will resume when the wedding is through." He says using the same stern tone I'd used.

I shrug slightly allowing myself to cool down. "Fine with me." I tell him.

It's dark outside and I wonder what the time is and how long I've been out. I stretch my neck to look above the door, but it's quite out of my reach. Luckily I have a mind reader in the room with me.

"You've been asleep for four hours, give or take. And I'm going to be calling Desiree so that she help you with the planning." He tells me.

It would be great if she was here, helping me plan the wedding. Honestly, although I have a wedding planner, I've been handling everything on my own, most things anyway. Yes mother helped where she could, but everything is really just happening to fast. I have too much to think about and too much to do. My mind is almost always working. I guess that's what made me crash.

I'm about to answer when a doctor walks in. He smiles when he sees me, I guess he's also glad that I've woken up. I don't think I want to know how much havoc Jason has been causing with me sleeping for so long.

"Ahh Ms Willow, I'm glad to see you're awake. You really caused is a scare there." He says picking up my file and writing something on it.

"I'm glad to be awake doctor." I reply. I really am happy to be awake. I feel well rested and fresh, I'm only short of the massage I'd gotten a few weeks back.

"We're going to keep you here for a few more days for observation, and you'll be discharged in no time." He tells me after putting my file back on its place behind the bed.

"How long is a few days doc?" Jason asks, as if reading my mind. Honestly, I hate hospitals, I have no concrete reason though. I Just hate them because they're hospitals.

"Three days give or take. Depending on how her vitals are. I also want to make sure that the little ones she's carrying are still ok, although there's nothing to worry about really." He replies and I breathe out. At least I won't be staying long in the hospital.

The doctor speaks more to us, or more like to Jason, cautioning him on having me travel or standing too long on my feet, to which I have been doing both a little too much, but it's not like I had much of a choice. When he speaks about me getting enough rest though, I feel Jason's eyes on me. He's always been the one to tell me to rest, warning me of working too much. Honestly I can't imagine how I would be if I was still working as his assistant.

After the doctor leaves, I feign sleep because I know he's about to give me his mind. And right I am.

"I know you're not sleeping. You're not even tired. Do you now see why I've been urging you to rest? Babe, your body is no longer your own." He tells me so softly I wonder if he really is angry, which makes me open my eyes. The sadness I see in his eyes is too much and it makes me also sad.

"I'm sorry," I murmur lowly, because I am. As much as I blame him for trying to fit everything together, I am also to blame because I was not careful. I was irresponsible and careless. "I promise to slow down." I finish.

"I'm not angry at you love, I'm just worried you'll run yourself down to exhaustion." He tells me. I believe him, and he's also telling the truth.

I move aside and ask him to come up on the bed with me. It's big enough and we're always sleeping too closely together anyway. And I know he's not going to be leaving anytime soon. I can see that my being hospitalized I torturing him. It has really scared him.

But I also hope it's a reminder to him that we're human. That there's no need to rush into things. That we can slow down and take our time in this life thing because life is too short for us to just rush into things.

He climbs up on the bed behind me and his hand immediately goes to rub on my big tummy. It really has become too big. Doctor Smith said that for how far along I am, he's sure that the children are going to come weighing a ton.

But just as I'm about to fall asleep, there's knock on the door, and Jason gets off to open the door. A trolley is rolled in and there's the smell of food. I'd forgotten I haven't eaten yet, with all the talking we've been having. I sit up with Jason's help. He tells the lady who brought the tray that he'll out it outside once I'm done eating and she leaves.

There's enough food on the tray, so after I'm done, I give Jason the remaining food. I know he hasn't eaten since back at the restaurant and he must be hungry. I don't want him going back to eating when food is presented to him like he used to do.

After he puts the rolling tray out the door, he locks it and gets back in bed with me again. We haven't spoken much to each other except for small talk. I know we're both deep in thought, or more like I'm deep in thought. But I don't like us like this. Although it's comfortable silence, it is also very uncomfortable because we've just had one of our biggest fights. And yes, I know it wasn't much of a fight than an argument. We haven't argued like that in months though, and I don't want it to happen again.