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than screaming out crying. Glancing down, my heart fills with so many emotions but my head begins to grow heavy.
“Cody,” I murmur before everything goes dark.
Chapter Two
Milley
Groaning, I feel miserable as I try to open my eyes. It takes a moment for my eyelids to work like they’re supposed to but it’s not working.
Running a hand over my stomach, panic starts to take over as I remember yesterday’s events.
“I see you're waking up,” a woman’s voice says softly.
Forcing my eyelids open, I focus on the woman to see it’s Tinsley, the nurse who helped me when I first walked into the hospital.
“My baby,” I whisper, tears welling in my eyes.
“He’s okay, Milley. They have Cody in the nursery right now. How are you feeling?” A boy. Oh my God I have a son.
Cody?
How did Tinsley know this is the name I’d chosen for my son? Then it hit me, I’d said his name right before I’d passed out from sheer exhaustion.
“I feel horrible and weak. I need to see my son.” My heart is racing in my chest, I swear it was going to burst out onto the floor.
Standing up, Tinsley presses a button on the side of my bed. “Someone will be in here in a moment.”
“Thank you. What are you doing in here anyway?” I ask, not meaning to sound bitchy.
“Well, I wanted to make sure you were okay. After you passed out, I was concerned so I clocked out early saying you were my sister and came in to sit with you. I didn’t want you to be alone. You seemed so scared, not wanting to call anyone.” The tears that welled in my eyes now poured down my cheeks. No one, besides Rachel, has ever cared this much about whether or not I was okay.
“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t cry,” Tinsley says.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” I murmur, lifting a hand to wipe the tears off my face.
Before either of us can say anything else, a nurse comes in smiling. She checks my vitals and asks me how I’m doing. A moment later she leaves the room and says she’d have one of the nurses in the nursery bring my baby out.
“So not to pry, but do you have anywhere to go when they discharge you?” At her question, I wince.
“Umm, no. Not really. I was told that when I came back, I wasn’t to have my son with me,” I whisper, quietly. I don’t know what it is about this woman, but I feel as if I can trust her.
“What do you mean?” her brow furrows.
I open my mouth to answer but close it when there’s a knock on the door before it opens. An older woman comes with a cart that has a clear bassinet type thing. Inside it is a small little bundle with my son’s head peeking out.
“Good evening and congratulations on this beautiful baby. If you don’t mind, can I see the bands on your wrist to make sure they match the ones on this little guy?” she asks, stepping toward the bed.
“Sure,” I murmur, not taking my gaze from my son.
After checking my ID bracelet, the nurse lifts my son and hands him to me. “He’s such a sweet boy. Let me know if you need anything. I’m sure he’s about ready to eat.”
“Thank you,” I murmur, taking my eyes off my son long enough to show the nurse my appreciation.
The moment the door closes behind her, I run a hand alongside my son's face.
Holy shit.
He’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.
“So, you want to answer my question?” Tinsley asks.
Lifting my gaze to meet Tinsley’s I find her smiling down at Cody.
“My brother is a very controlling person and doesn’t want me to have my baby.” My heart lurches a little at the shock that crosses her face as I go on to tell her everything. I must really be losing it to tell her everything and I mean everything from my brother and Sam to what they had me do for Raynor.
“You mean to tell me, your brother, your own flesh and blood refuses to allow you to keep your child. What do they think, it’s the eighteen-hundreds?” she sneers.
“That about sums it up,” I murmur putting my gaze back on Cody.
“What do you want to do? I can tell you don’t want to lose your son.” I really don’t, he’s beautiful and precious, deserving everything this world could give him. But Mason would kill him if I