Maddie doesn’t want him to stay. She made that clear the moment West showed up at her door.
“I just need a ride,” she’d explained in a brisk voice. “And I didn’t have anyone else to call.”
Westley remembers frowning, his face twisted in concern. “Are you sure? I have work tomorrow, but I can-”
“No!” Madeleine had snapped, groaning as another contraction hit. “I’ll be fine, West. Just get me to the hospital, and please stop worrying so much.”
Still, as he watches the nurses wheel her away, Westley feels heavy with guilt. No woman should have to go through this alone, but especially not one as young, vulnerable, and inexperienced as Madeleine. With a sigh of regret, West turns to leave, but he promises himself that he’ll drop by the hospital tomorrow to check on her.