Arriving at his apartment that he unintentionally shared with Natasha since learning of her pregnancy, Zane crossed the threshold to see the supposed mother of his unborn child hang up the phone upon his arrival. With her distracted upon her cellular device, Zane slid his finger to the thermostat within the apartment, switching on the ‘heat’-having done so in hopes of sweating her out.
“Who was that?” He questioned where he would have remained uninterested before this.
“The hospital.” Zane’s eyes shifted to the clock that sat in the center of the stove just in view of his peripheral vision. From the knowledge he held of hospitals and doctors, he was unaware of any having spoken to their patients outside of the rooms at this hour of the night. Because of this, he couldn’t help but wonde
