plan the child. We won’t be surprised with it.”
“What the fuck ever,” Sammy said. “You’ll pop one out all mysterious-like. One day you’ll just show up and have a baby and you’ll be like, ‘we didn’t know!’”
“How do you not know that your partner is pregnant?” Bourne scoffed. “I mean, early days? Sure, if you can ignore all the boob changes, mood swings, and eating all the food. Obviously, you guys did it just fine. But shit, to have that sprung on you?”
Before anyone could reply to that, Zach clapped his hands. “All right. Everybody out except her immediate family for a bit.”
The guys got ready to leave, likely only stepping outside the room, and not gone completely.
Apparently, I wasn’t hiding my ‘not together’ thing well.
And they didn’t want to go too far in case I fucking snapped. Which, at this point? It might be highly fucking likely.
“Hey, Bourne?” Amelia croaked as she cracked open one eye.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” Bourne asked, coming to a stop at the end of the bed that Amelia was curled up in.
“I hope that you find out that your wife is pregnant after she’s been that way for nine and a half months,” Amelia muttered. “And I also hope it’s twins.”
Bourne shook his head and laughed as he walked out of the room.
Zach grinned and continued to talk about the rest of Amelia’s injuries.
“Overall, she has several bruised ribs. A broken collarbone. A fracture in her cheek that we’ll need to keep an eye on, as well as a mild concussion that should sort itself out just fine.” He paused as he looked over my girl. “She has a lot of bruising, and things that’ll be tender for a about seven to ten days. Overall, though, she was very lucky. From what I understand, she suffered a hell of a beating.”
I swallowed hard and found myself reaching down for Amelia’s hand.
Even that was bruised.
The area around her poor little fingernails were black and blue.
That hand wrapped around my own, and I looked into Amelia’s beautiful eyes.
Both areas surrounding her eyes were black and purple.
I’d been avoiding looking at her for just that very reason.
“All right.” Zach clapped. “I wanted your family to hear what’s actually going on with you, but now I need the rest of y’all out. I need to do a few more tests, and a roomful of people isn’t going to be comfortable when I do them.”
“He goes, too,” Silas ordered.
I stiffened.
“I’m not going.” I shook my head.
My eyes never left Amelia’s.
She smiled.
“Yes, you are,” Sam growled.
“No, I’m not,” I disagreed.
“Listen, kid,” Sebastian started.
I finally looked away from Amelia’s face to stand up and stare at them.
I kept my hand in hers, though.
“I’m not going,” I repeated myself, sounding much more severe this time. “I’m. Not. Leaving. Her.”
Sawyer was waiting out in the hall, but I could see the small smile that she had on her face. The one that said she kind of liked that I was standing up to the three men.
“We need to talk to you about them.” He gestured to his left where Rogan and Hilton Barnes had been brought in to collect samples from. Samples that would help convict them of the crime they’d perpetuated tonight against my girl.
“I’ll talk to you,” I said. “But only when I’m ready. Talk to Hunt.”
Silas sighed. “Hunt’s gone.”
Now that didn’t surprise me anyway.
After he’d gotten done telling me everything, and we’d pulled up into the ambulance bay, I’d forgotten all about him.
When next I thought about him, he was gone, and I couldn’t find him anywhere.
Not that I’d looked all that hard.
But I had sent a few of the guys to look.
Whatever. There was time to deal with all of that shit later.
For now, Amelia was scared, whether she acted that way or not, and I wasn’t leaving her.
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to fucking wait, okay?” I finally said. “I want to spend this time with Amelia.”
Silas sighed. “You’re not making this easy.”
“It doesn’t need to be easy for you.” I shrugged.
Then, ignoring them all silently staring at me, I sat down and looked back at Amelia.
She was grinning at me like a loon through her two cracked lips.
“You stood up to my father,” she said.
I shrugged. “I’d do just about anything for you, Amelia Mackenzie. And standing up to your dad because I want to stay at your side? That’s nothing.”
My heart was still aching fiercely.
Every single time I thought about the scene I’d walked in on, my stomach