Responsibility

"I'm calling a doctor; I am not going to leave you alone," Alex replied, his phone already pressed to his ear even as Ashly growled at him, but the sound quickly morphed into a whine. "It's either that or I take you to the hospital because I can't just leave you like this." Ashly wanted to retort, but all that escaped her lips was another groan. Another pang of heat seared through her stomach. She rolled onto her side, curling up into a miserable little ball on the couch as she waited for her fucker ex-mate to call the doctor. Alex stepped into the kitchen, leaving Ashly for just a moment to make the call. He held his phone pinched between his ear and his shoulder as he searched for a glass to pour Ashly some water. The calling tone rang as he was just filling the cup. He turned off the tap when a tired voice picked up on the other end of the line. "Hello?" "Hello? Alvin? Are you sleeping?" "Alex? What's new, buddy? Why are you calling so late? And sleep? No, I am not sleeping at all;