“Alec, she was stabbed. Twelve years ago. The doctors said her uterus was damaged beyond repair and she’d never be able to conceive, let alone carry a child. This just isn’t possible.”
“Let’s do this,” he said. “Let’s do a quick vaginal ultrasound. If I don’t see anything, then we’ll figure out what else is going on.”
“Is that okay, LiLi?” Harmony asked me, and I nodded, but I honestly wasn’t sure what I was agreeing too, I was in so much shock.
“Okay, I’ll let you get changed and Macey’ll prep the room. I’ll be back in a few.”
Alec left and I moved in robot fashion, Harmony directing while Macey got the room ready.
There was no way. None.
Alec returned and pulled a chair up beside me. “Ready?”
I nodded and he slid the probe into me, the image popping onto the screen and I squinted in an effort to figure out what I was seeing.
Alec smiled. “That’s a baby.”
I gripped my sister’s hand like a talisman and burst into silent tears as he pointed to the screen. “I’m picking up a definite heartbeat. I’d guess you’re about six weeks along.”
I did the math and realized I’d gotten pregnant the first night I was with Doom.
Oh my god. I’m having the baby of a man who wants nothing to do with either one of us.
* * *
Doom
I walked into the restaurant where I was meeting Dalton, and headed to the bar. He was on his phone, but gave me a chin lift and waved to the stool next to him.
“No way. Jesus, is she okay? Okay, yeah, no problem. We’re working on it. You got it. Okay, Jax. Talk to you soon, bye.”
“Everything okay?”
Dalton nodded. “Yeah. Jaxon’s sister-in-law was rushed to emergency.”
“Melody?” I asked hopefully.
“Have you met Melody?”
“I have,” I said, starting to relax. “I’ve met all three sisters, actually.”
“Oh. No, actually, it was Lyric. I think she’s fine. But Harmony was freaked.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I can imagine.”
The bartender walked over, giving me a moment with my thoughts while Dalton ordered a beer. I ordered the same, then tried to make small talk, all the while trying not to look like I was worrying about a woman I wasn’t supposed to care about.
Thankfully, Dalton got called away, cutting our night short, so I headed back to the compound and up to my room to pack a bag. Before I could even make it to the stairs, however, Willow called my name.
Goddammit.
“Will—”
“Before you say anything,” she said, interrupting me. “I booked you a flight to Portland.”
“Come again?”
