I let out a little laugh. “She’s right, you know. Have I said I forgive you all yet?”
A shocked gasp leaves Synn’s lips and I giggle. “Okay, okay. After everything, I’ll tell you all this: I forgive you. And I love you all. But don’t think for one minute I’ve forgotten what you did. You have a lot of making up to do.”
They all cheer like children. Dumb cavemen idiots.
I shake my head slightly, smiling.
The Doctor clears his throat. “Try to save your strength, Miss Phoenyxx. You need to rest and heal.” He pauses, then, “I also want to ask you if you have a method of birth control. I feel concerned, since you have so many... suitors.”
“They gave me an implant at The Retreat; it’s in my left arm,” I say.
“Good. I wasn’t sure if I should run a pregnancy test on you or not.”
Before I can respond, a male moan comes from next to me.
“Hunter!” a joyous looking Cynthia cries.
Cynthia’s eyes well with tears, shaking with the strength of her emotions. Even though she’s smiling, her body language shows her struggle.
“Let me over, dammit.” I try to force my body up to see him, though I can’t muster up the strength to move far. 3 stops me with a hand, pushing me back down. He firmly shakes his head.
Synn moves my bed as close to Hunter’s as possible and lifts me slightly to move me to the edge.
“Son,” the Doctor tries, but I stop him.
“I’m okay.”
Hunter opens those sexy eyes, turns his head towards me, and smiles. His arm snakes towards mine, and I stretch mine out, too. We lock fingers, and I burst into tears.
“Hunter, my God. Thank fuck you’re okay. I love you, baby, you hear me?” I babble overcome with emotion.
“I love you back, Pretty Girl.” Hunter looks around the room. “Anyone want to fill me in on what the hell happened?”
The guys talk over each other to explain.
I take that moment to lock eyes with Cynthia. “6... wifey? A hug?”
Cynthia’s eyes fill with clarity, and she squeals, running around the beds to gently hug me. “11! Yes, yes, you’re okay. Wait... did you know? I have a brother. Hunter, Hunter,” she singsongs. “I’m Cynthia. I remember my name.”
“I know, and I’m so happy for you. I'm Phoenyxx—remember?”
Cynthia’s head bobs. “Yes indeedy, I do. When do we get married?”
I laugh, tears leaking free as I chuckle.
Cynthia starts singing that song she made up back in the cell block again. “11 and me... gonna be family... getting married... la-la-la...”
“Okay now.” Jax's authoritative voice commands attention. “Let’s leave them to rest. I'll fill you in on the next steps while they sleep.”
All my guys come and kiss me and even squeeze Hunter’s hand as they file out. Valley and Bryan each give me a gentle hug, following the others out.
Cynthia squawks when the Doc suggests she leave, so she stays.
Hunter turns to me. “I love you, Phoenyxx.”
“I love you too, Hunter.”
His name stays on my lips as I fade to sleep.
