“I don’t know who it was.” She lifts her eyes to mine and whispers, “But it happened before the vow ceremony.”
My mind tries to comprehend everything she’s telling me. “No…” I was there. I saw what happened. “You bled?—”
“Saint cheated.” She interrupts me. “At the ceremony.”
I take her hands in mine. It’s the same thing she told me when she ran into me in the hallway at Carnage. I didn’t understand it then, and I don’t understand it now. “I believe you, baby girl, but you’re not making any sense.”
“Saint knew I was raped beforehand, and he cheated at the vow ceremony to make it look like I was a virgin.”
“Fuck.” Now it’s all making sense. The reason for her overreaction isn’t really an overreaction now. Saint will be in deep shit with the Lords if they find out he did something to the vow ceremony. “Who would have known that to tell him?” I ask, trying to think of my next step. I’m now on damage control.
“My father.”
“Goddammit,” I hiss. “And Laura told you all of this?” Ashtyn had also informed me that the fucking therapist was the one who forced her to take the test during one of her sessions.Right before I ran into her in the hallway at Carnage and I snuck her out to see Gavin. We needed proof other than a test that Laura could have altered. Turns out, she wasn’t wrong. We heard the heartbeat. Ashtyn is pregnant.
She nods.
What the fuck? How does that bitch know everything?
There’s a knock on the door before it cracks open, and Gavin looks at me.
“I’ll be right there.” I give him a nod, and he pulls it closed.
“I don’t want Saint to get in trouble,” she rushes out. “I need you to help me.”
I step forward, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, and pull her in for a hug, rubbing her back. “I’ll take care of it.” Pulling away, I step out into the hallway and shut the door behind me so she can get dressed.
“What the fuck are you doing, Haidyn?” he demands, his eyes going to the closed door and then back to mine. “Is that your child?”
“No.”
“Then why the fuck are you here with your brother’s girl…who is pregnant?”
“It’s complicated, and until I figure it out, I need you to keep your mouth shut.”
The door opens behind me, and Ashtyn steps out. I take her hand in mine and exit the clinic. I help her into the car and then send a quick text before getting into the driver’s seat.
We’ve got a problem.
If I’m going to pull this off, I’ll need help.
I’m notsure why she’s so upset this time, so I remain silent as I let her continue. I’ve found the best way to get information from someone is to let them ramble. Silence makes them nervous.
Her watery eyes drop to her bed. “It’s twins.” She takes another deep breath. “We’ve been monitoring the pregnancy and running tests…” She sniffles.
“And?” I hate to ask, knowing if she’s this upset, then it’s bad news. She’s already lost one child.
She licks her wet lips. “Devin suggested a DNA test for them.” Her eyes meet mine, and fresh tears fill them. “He said we could wait until they’re born, but he suggests we do it as soon as possible.”
I’m no expert on pregnancies, but I’m not sure why a DNA test would be important to do while she’s pregnant. “And you don’t want to?” I ask, confused and trying to figure out why she’s so upset about that. “What about a second opinion?” I question.
She gives a slight nod. “Gavin was there as well and agreed with Devin. They said they could do it tomorrow and that Saint and I should take the day to discuss it.”
If both of them suggested it, then I wouldn’t see any harm in it. My eyes go to the closed door, and I’m surprised he hasn’t joined us. “Ashtyn?—”
“Heteropaternal superfecundation.” She interrupts me. “They said it’s rare but possible.”
“I don’t know what that means,” I tell her softly. She’s going to have to dumb it down for me.
