Lying bastard…
“Logan,” he tries, but I turn to him and say, “not right now, brother,” showing him that I’m past breaking point and barely hanging on, and his eyes soften as he nods just as we hear,“I need some help, please,” near the emergency double doors, gaining everyone’s attention, our heads swinging that way.
Doc mutters, “What the fuck?!” as my heart fucking stops and everything in me tilts as I look at the woman I thought I’d never see again, tears trailing her cheeks, wearing a simple black knee-length dress and black pumps, her strawberry hair down, the blue streaks no longer visible.
What the…
I watch completely numb as she locks eyes with Doc as several nurses rush over to her before her eyes lock with mine, eyes I have fucking missed, the light blue looking a little darker with her tears.
“Jasmine,” I whisper just as a scream echoes, shocking me as I finally notice the child in her arms, squirming in pain as she scrunches up her legs, and I swear to fuck, I feel the air being knocked outta me.
Shock.
Betrayal.
Pain.
Anger.
All the emotions run through me as I look at the little girl with light brown hair, my body unable to move.
She looks to be about five or six years old, the age indicating when Jas and I were…
Fuck, is that my child?
Did she keep my kid from me?
Fuck, did she find someone else?
The little girl screams louder, and I lock eyes with Jas again as she chokes, “Logan, please,” and it shocks me out of my stupor as I quickly rush over to them, Doc on my heels.
I shove past the nurses trying to get a look at the little girl, making them gasp but I ignore them as I gently take the girl from Jas, our fingers just touching, and I swear to fuck, it feels likeelectric bolts rushing through me, our connection even fucking stronger than it was if that is even possible but I try to ignore it.
“Mama…” The sweetheart cries and tries to get back to the woman who broke me and she squirms in my hold, but I pull her tighter into my chest as I whisper, “Shh, sweet girl, I’m going to look after you,” as I walk her over to a bed a nurse has wheeled over.
The sweetheart blinks and looks up at me, tears trailing her chubby cheeks, and fuck me, my knees nearly buckle as I lie her down, the dark grey eyes, like my own, stare back at me just as Doc asks, “What’s her name?”
“Aisling Bunny Levine,” Jas admits with a choked sob, and I look at her sharply, anger like no fucking tomorrow hitting me and she quickly looks away.
She had my kid, she fucking had my kid!
“It hurts,” Aisling cries, getting my attention again, and I quickly turn back to her, trying to control my anger.
She left and had my fucking kid.
Did she know when she left?
Does it even matter?The voice in my heads whispers,she kept her from you for at least five years…
Motherfucker.
“Okay, sweetheart, show me exactly where it hurts,” I murmur, trying to control my emotions, my pure fucking fury, and she points to her right lower side, and I wince.
Fuck.
“Doc, I need you to do an ultrasound. I think it is her appendix,” I admit, gaining both his and Jas’s attention, and she sucks in a sharp, terrified breath as her eyes widen.
My whole body wants to comfort her, to tell her Aisling will be okay, but I can’t, I fucking can’t.
