Playing the waiting game.

Jake's POV-

Tick. Tick. Tick.

I glare at the clock on the wall from the corner of my eye, eyes narrowing at the hands as they tick by. The repetitive sound of ticking becomes almost deafening due to the tense silence in the room. Beside me sits Ivory and Mum, both of them wearing the same worried expression I am.

I'd considered texting Emily's mother to let her know of her medical state but considering what happened when she was hospitalised months ago, I decide against it. The woman is probably still a drug addict, popping pills like vitamins. In my eyes, she doesn't deserve to be a mother and especially not to someone as amazing as Emily.

I lean forward, resting my arms on either leg as I stare at the same spot on the floor. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to barge straight through the hospital doors, find a doctor and demand them to tell me what's wrong her.

Will she be okay?

Will the baby be okay?

I have so many questions. . .