It Wasn't Me - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,64

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“Piper!” he cried out, finally reaching me.

I winced at the worry in his tone.

“What the absolute fuck?!” he cried out. “Why didn’t you tell me this had happened?”

Honestly? Because I didn’t want him driving how he was acting right this very second.

I’d also scared the shit out of him today, and I really didn’t want him to get hurt when I had the ability to control the situation.

“I’m okay,” I murmured. “I swear. I’m okay. I just can’t get the seatbelt unlatched because my fat thighs are pushing the buckle too close to the console. Can you help me out?”

He pulled out a knife, and I started to screech. “No, no! Just help me unbuckle it. I swear, all I literally did was tip over. The Jeep is fine. It was just at a really bad angle due to your tractor work. I swear it.”

He grumbled something to himself, then started to work his way in. Which, might I add, was quite hard seeing as I was in the way.

“If I hold you up slightly, can you press the button?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Let’s try it and see.”

So we did, and it did, indeed, work.

“Score!” I clapped.

He rolled his eyes at me, then helped me out of the Jeep.

I looked at my new Wrangler that I’d just purchased with his help last week, then winced.

“If this thing is dented, I’m going to be pissed,” I found myself saying.

“If you really did just roll over a bit, I bet the only thing wrong with it is the mirror,” he said. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Piper.”

I jumped down off the Jeep and he followed suit.

The moment his feet were on the ground, I threw my arms around him.

“It’s okay,” I promised. “I’m okay.”

“This makes twice today that you scared the absolute shit out of me,” he muttered darkly.

I squeezed him tighter. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled me to him and rested his forehead on mine. “We’re going to the doctor to get you checked out.”

I started to protest, but he shook his head. “No. No, you’re doing this. It won’t take long. We can go to the clinic in town so it’s not the hospital, but you’re going.”

I sighed, knowing that he was going to force me whether I wanted to go or not.

“I promise that I’m fine,” I pleaded.

He pulled back only far enough that I could see his face, then let me see the intensity in his eyes. “Baby, you’re pregnant. I just want to be sure.”

And I couldn’t argue with that. Not at all.

“Okay,” I admitted. “I’ll go.”

And that was when my parents arrived.

My dad was just as unhappy about it as Jonah was, but instead of being concerned about my well-being, he looked as if his wheels were spinning.

“Do you find it funny that you, me, and Jonah have all experienced accidents?” my father asked.

I opened my mouth to deny it when it closed just as abruptly. “Oh, shit.”

“My sentiments exactly,” I muttered, turning to my father. “So is it you or Jonah?”

“My guess? It’s me,” he said. “I was the first one.”

That was true.

My father was the first one. He was here when Jonah and I were not.

“Your chick wasn’t a hit and run, though,” I found myself saying.

“No,” he paused. “True.”

“I’ve actually been involved in two,” Jonah interrupted. “One before I left in the police cruiser, and one on the motorbike.”

“Something to look into,” Sam said as he glanced at the Jeep. “You got a tractor?”

Jonah nodded. “I do. But I’m going to take her to the clinic first. I’ll come back later and pull it out.”

“You’re hurt?” my mother asked, looking concerned now.

She’d just been taking in the scene, and now she was zeroed in on me like a homing beacon.

“I’m okay,” I said, looking at Jonah.

Jonah’s mouth twitched.

“Then why are you going to the clinic?” she pushed.

Jonah lifted his chin. “Because we found out today that she might be pregnant, and I’m not taking any chances.”

There was a long pause while my parents took that in, then my mother started to jump up and down. “Holy shit!”

“Holy shit,” my father muttered, sounding less than enthused. “You do realize, right, that that makes all three of our girls pregnant at once, right? I’m going to go fuckin’ bankrupt.”

“It’s a good thing that you have a promising business and you’ve mostly retired. Just think of all the time you have now to spend with your grandkids.” Cheyenne smacked him in the stomach with the back of