Hacking the Biker's Code (Dogs of Fire Savannah Chapter #6) - Piper Davenport Page 0,59
walked in and spoke to the OB on duty, Dr. Timber, then left the room.
“You were drugged with ketamine,” Dr. Timber said. “It wasn’t a lot, so you should start feeling like yourself in a few hours. The good thing is you can breastfeed normally. We’ll get you cleaned up and Shiloh can help you get started.”
Parker burst into tears, and I took Cooper from her, holding him close as I sat at the edge of the mattress. “You’re okay, honey. Cooper and I got you,” I whispered. “Right, Coop? Mama’s protected.”
She sobbed harder, smiling through her tears. “I love you.”
“Love you, too, Pebbles.”
The next few hours were a flurry of activity. Parker’s parents arrived, her mother apologizing profusely to me for letting her daughter out of her sight. I assured her I was good, even though I was still both freaked and pissed Parker had put herself in danger, and we moved on with our day.
Jasmine and Willow arrived soon after Parker’s parents, and by the time everyone was ready to leave, Cooper was feeding perfectly, and my woman was finally content.
There’d been a few minutes of tension when local police had forced their way in to ask Parker a few questions and she’d requested everyone leave the room, including me.
I refused, therein creating the tension.
“If you stay, you cannot freak out,” she ordered.
“I’m not leavin’, Parker, so do your thing.”
I forced myself not to react as she relayed the story of what happened when she got to Lila’s house, which, in fact, wasn’t actually Lila’s house. She was housesitting for an older couple who was on vacation. I had a feeling they were gonna just love getting home to a crime scene.
Lila had no family in Savannah. She’d been institutionalized as a child, but got out when she was eighteen and sometimes took her meds, but most of the time, she just let her crazy fly. She’d met Parker several years ago and decided she was gonna be her best friend.
“How do you know all of this?” I asked, trying to keep my tone even.
“She was taken to St. Joseph’s and confessed,” the male officer said.
“So, I didn’t kill her?” Parker rasped.
“Parker, don’t say another word,” I growled.
“She’s fine,” the female officer said. “We know it was self-defense. Parker’s not in trouble.” She turned to Parker. “No, you didn’t kill her. She’ll be going to jail for a very long time.”
A few questions later and the cops finally left. I sat on the edge of the bed and took Parker’s hand.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Yeah. I know you are,” I said. “It’s over, right? We don’t need to revisit this shit, but next time I tell you to stay put, you fuckin’ stay put.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I just gave birth to your gigantic child, maybe take that down a notch.”
I kissed her palm. “I’m in awe of you, beautiful, but if you ever do something like that again, I’m gonna totally lose my shit. This is me takin’ it down a notch.”
She sighed. “Fair enough. I’ll stay put next time.”
I smiled, leaning down to kiss her. “Thank you for pushing our gigantic child out of your body.”
She stroked my face. “You’re welcome. We’re gonna need a bigger house.”
“We are,” I agreed.
“Can we start looking next week?”
“As soon as you’re back on your feet, we definitely can.”
Parker smiled. “Okay.”
“Cooper’s asleep, baby. You should too.”
She scooted over and patted the mattress. “Join me.”
I grinned, climbing into bed with her and pulling her against me.
“I love you, Zane.”
“Love you, too, baby.”
I held her close, feeling her heartbeat against my chest, knowing she was safe, and all was right with the world.
Parker
Eight months later…
I CARRIED COOPER into the barn and Lyric rushed over for a snuggle. “Oh my god, you look amazing, honey,” she crooned, hugging me.
“Thanks,” I said, my hands on my ever-expanding belly. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to breastfeed while pregnant?”
I’d found out I was pregnant when Cooper was about ten weeks old. This one was going easier than the first, and we were having another boy. Rabbit was over the moon.
“No,” she said. “And I don’t plan to find out.”
I chuckled. “Smart woman.”
“Babe, sit down,” Rabbit ordered, walking in, his arms laden with all manner of baby shit.
“Honey, I’m fine,” I said, but he dropped his burdens and practically carried me to the couch. Lyric had Cooper in her arms, so I gladly took a seat and let my body relax for a bit.