TUESDAY TALES - Word Prompt: Pencil #nfl #sportsromance #football

Welcome! I'm sorry for leaving last week's Tuesday Tales as a cliffhanger. This is the second half to that post. It should answer your questions. It's a continue of Griff Montgomery's story in OVERTIME, book 8 in the First & Ten series to be published soon.
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He rushed into the room to find the bed empty. Panic rose inside him. He ran around, checking every room –even the ones Kathy and her family would occupy. No sign of Lauren. The only thing he had was the bloody towel. Tears of frustration and fear clouded his eyes.

He picked up his cell and dialed his wife, but no answer. He heard a ringing and followed the sound to find Lauren’s phone on the floor of the bathroom. There were smudges of blood on the door knob, the sink and the toilet, too. His heart beat so fast it reverberated in his ears.

He didn’t know what to do, but calling the police seemed the best option when his cell rang. The number was unfamiliar. He answered.

“Mr. Montgomery?”

“Yes? Who’s this?”

“This is Mary Anne McDonnell. I’m a nurse at County Hospital.”

“Oh my God. Is Lauren there? What’s happened to my wife?” Perspiration broke out on his forehead and under his arms. He picked up a pencil by the phone and broke it in two. 

“Yes, that’s why I’m calling. She’s here. She’s had a miscarriage, but she’s all right.”

“A miscarriage?”

“I take it she didn’t tell you yet that she was pregnant?”

“No, ma’am. She hadn’t.”

"Goodness. Well, she wasn’t very far along, which is a good thing. I guess that’s why.”

“We have two children. No time alone to talk.”

The nurse chuckled. “Been there, done that.”

“Is she all right?”

“Yes. She’s fine. We’re going to keep her here for a little while. She’ll call you when she’s ready to come home.”

“Can I talk to her?”

“She’s asleep right now, but I’ll have her call you as soon as she gets up. Didn’t want you to worry none. These things happen.”

“Yes, they do. Thank you. I appreciate your calling. I was just about to call the police.”

“Goodness! My timing was just right then.”

“Sure was. Would you tell her something for me?”

“Sure.”

“Tell her,” he coughed and felt himself redden, “tell her I love her.”

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