Joey couldn't drive his truck fast enough, to the Emergency room. Something was wrong with Chelsea.
Sometimes, she could give him a heart failure, at the slightest moment. He never knew when she might show up.
Some weeks he never saw her, and then he did. Usually, at home. He told her to stop showing up where he worked. He didn't want to lose his job.
But now. She had him driving her to the Emergency. She held her stomach as if the world was coming to an end.
"You knew, this was going to happen sooner or later!" She said as her left hand clung to her stomach and her right to the handle on the door of his piece of junk truck.
"No. I didn't." He fussed back. He could barely keep his eyes on the road. Joey sighed as if he'd been down this road before. He just didn't like thinking about it.
"You're my only lover." She was breathless.
"I dunno that for sure." He snapped back, as if they'd get in a fist fight before this was over. But this was such a rush. Spinning around corners, barely missing a red light. He could get used to this kind of life.
He didn't want her to lose the baby. He'd never want that to happen. He let her off at the curb. After all, he did have to park this thing, probably on the outer parking lot. After all, it did reek of gasoline.
"I'll be right in." He promised.