Feel Like Makin' Love (Rock and Roll Trilogy #3) by Barbara Stewart Page A

“Met Matthew in the middle of the night. How are you feeling?” he asked.
    Hatchet entered , and the PA stepped aside to allow her to check Carlee’s vitals as he spoke with her. “Any headache? Pressure? Nausea?” he went through his checklist, and Carlee answered no to each question.
    He checked the container that collected the contents from the drain from the incision. “Well, everything is looking good. Do you have any questions?” he inquired.
    “Not yet,” Carlee replied.
    The two exited the room, leaving Carlee and Matthew alone again. She turned to look at him and tried to sit up.
    “No, be still. What is it?” he asked.
    “Can you call your mom please? I need to ask her something before they come.”
    He looked at his watch, it was just after 7:30, and he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed. “Good morning; hope I didn’t wake you.”
    “Oh no, we’re ready to leave soon. Andy’s been up since six, and he’s like a cat in a room full’a rocking chairs, anxious to get the hell out of here,” she laughed. “How’s it going there?”
    “H ang on, Carlee wants to talk to you.”
    “Hey,” Carlee said. “ Can you help me with something?”
    “Wow! You sound good! Sure, whatever you need,” Geni said with a happy voice.
    “I feel pretty good, I think. Might be the drugs ; looks like there are two new different bags hanging on the IV pole. Can you please go in my closet and find my bag? I’m pretty sure it’s on the floor. My book is in there; can you bring it with you, please?”
    Matthew looked at her and smiled; he knew why she wanted it.
    “We’ll be on our way soon,” Geni told her.
    After he hung up the phone , she lay back into the pillow. “Wow, that wore me out.”
    “Just lay there and rest,” and she did so quietly for a few minutes.
    She settled into the pillows and closed her eyes. “I want to tell you about my mama; I felt like she was here to comfort me. She was with me as I prayed. I think I woke up; I’m not sure - that’s when I knew you were here. I was scared, and I remember praying that everything will be OK. I felt her love surround me.”
    She started to cry , and Matthew leaned forward to wipe her tears. He rested his elbows on the bed so that he could see her face and said, “Tell me your prayers, Carlee.”
    Her tears became more, and they came quicker. “That nothing will change; that you would still love me, and that we will have children someday.”
    “Carlee, why would you think I wouldn’t love you?”
    “Because I’m afraid of the road ahead of us,” she blubbered.
    “It’s a road we’ ll travel together. Carlee, I love you so much that sometimes I can’t wait to be wherever you are, can’t concentrate because I just want to be with you. Like last night, Mom fixed a bite to eat, and after I’d called Hatchet the third time, I decided that nothing could keep me away from you. I wanted to be the first person you saw when you opened your eyes, not some doctor, not Hatchet. It’s all going to be OK, you promised me, remember?”
    He rested his head on the bed beside her , and she reached to him, softly combing her fingers through his hair. “I love you, Carlee. That’s something you can carve in stone and believe forever.”
    Hatchet peeked in a nd saw them; she tried to imagine their fears. She wished she could reassure them that it would all be OK. She knew that the ordeal with Beth’s health weighed heavy on Carlee’s heart and mind. She wanted to let them be, but she couldn’t by-pass this check on her, these follow-ups were too important. She tapped on the door and entered. As she passed through the door, a quote that she’d heard before came to mind. She made a mental note to share it with Carlee.
    Matthew stepped out for a moment to grab a cup of coffee, and Hatchet got to work.
    “You doing OK, missy?”
    “Mmm hmm, I guess,” Carlee, replied wistfully.
    “I know you’re frightened. Don’t let it consume you. I