“Of course she did,” I grit out, getting pissed at his stupid assertions. “She’s here, isn’t she?” Nobody goes through the house without all the medical procedures taking place.
He clears his throat again, and his shoulders droop. “I think she slipped through the net, sir.”
My eyes narrow. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Irritation boils beneath my skin. “What are you getting at?”
He inches closer to me and swallows, then lowers his voice. “Sh-she’s pregnant, sir.”
I rear back as though a bus hit me at full force in the center of my chest. “Wh-what?” I gawp back at him.
She can’t be.
There’s no possible way.
Panic blends in with the shock, creating a tsunami of unfamiliar emotions inside me.
I spin to face Hevan. “Did you see medical? You saw medical, right?”My chest heaves uncontrollably.
“I-I’m not sure.” Her face looks paler than before. “I was drugged!” she clips back. “I woke up after being drugged. How the hell am I meant to answer that?” She points toward me.
I grab the doctor by his neck while withdrawing my gun from behind my back. “Do it again! Do the test again!” I bellow. “Right fucking now!”
He nods vehemently; his red, panic-stricken face full of anguish as I release him. “I-I have a test kit in my bag,” he mumbles, rushing toward his medical bag.
I spin on my bare feet. “Did you hear this shit?” A humorless laugh leaves me as I stare down at Hevan. Her pale features are etched with worry, her eyes wide and her lips parted. She’s as stunned as I am, minus the fury. “You can’t be pregnant!” My voice gets higher on each word, and she winces. Why isn’t she as frantic as me? “You fucking can’t, Hevan.”
She jumps up from the chair and snatches the test fromthe doctor, then goes to the bathroom, and I follow after her in a blind panic, slamming the door behind us.
My pulse races, a red haze clouds my judgment, and every vein in my face feels like it’s about to burst. “Piss on the stick.” I point in her direction with the gun. “I want to see you piss on the fucking stick, Hevan.”
“Shut up!” she growls back at me, and pulls the test from the box. I snap my mouth shut, shocked at her response.
She sits on the toilet, and I hold my breath as she moves to place the stick between her legs, and my fingers itch to hold it for her.It’s the least I can do.
I have to control the situation. I thrust my hand between her legs and take the stick from her. Our faces are inches apart, and I have a strange urge to kiss her, but I’m too furious to act on it. She stares back at me with wide blue eyes, full of longing, full of hope.
“Piss on the stick, Hevan,” I whisper, only a hairsbreadth apart.
She looks away from me and blows out a heavy sigh, and a warm stream of piss hits the stick, taking my breath with it, and I close my eyes, begging for the test to be negative.
It has to be.
Hevan
Azrael paces the room like a lion prowling his cage. He holds a gun in one hand as if it brings him comfort, and when he rubs the gun against his head, I wince every time.
“You’re going to wear a hole in the carpet,” I point out from the bed. Three minutes have never felt so long.
He looks directly at me. “I’ll buy a new fucker.” Then he continues pacing, his normally flawlessly styled hair tousled, a clear sign of his anxiety.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to remind him he still needs to buy me some clothes, but I refrain from doing so, especially given how fraught he is.
The doctor’s phone vibrates on the dresser, indicating the timer has run out, and I swallow hard.
Azrael freezes and stiffens on the spot, and I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around him while stroking the hair at the nape of his neck, knowing it brings him comfort.
He marches to the dresser and snatches up the test while I wait with bated breath.
An almighty roar rips from him, and he throws the test against the wall, causing my stomach to sink.
