“What?”
“Well, she managed to get you in the same spot as last time, only in your back. I bet you’ll have quite a bit of scar tissue built up by the time you’re an old man.”
“If I live that long.”
“Alright, let’s get this stitched up, and then we’ll handle the other problem.”
I cringed as I remembered her dealing with this last time. Well, I was passed out, so I wasn’t aware of her having to check out my dick that wouldn’t go down, but the aftermath was still very present in my mind.
“I swear, I’m not doing it on purpose.”
I couldn’t see her face, but I knew she was laughing at me. “Relax. It’s a medical condition.”
Sinner walked up, crossing his arms over his chest as he grinned down at me. “Nice.”
“Is it bad?”
“You mean, the giant piece of glass sticking out of your back? Nah, it’s totally normal.”
“Good. At least I can still get married.”
“That’s the spirit. So, where is the little lady?”
That didn’t sound at all good. I wasn’t sure why, but I really didn’t want to let him know. “Not sure.”
“Hmm, well, the ladies have a surprise for her.”
“Not sure that’s a good idea,” I said, sucking in a breath as Kate removed the glass.
“Right, well, don’t lay down there too long. Bachelor party in ten!” he said, waggling his eyebrows at me just before running off.
Sighing, I dropped my head to rest on the ground.
“Relax, it could be worse,” Kate mused.
“In what way?”
“Well, I’m not sure, but give the guys a few hours, and I’m sure you’ll regret asking that.”
15
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Huffing,I walked into the bathroom and slammed the door, then stared at myself in the mirror.
It was insulting. He wouldn’t fight me because he thought he would hurt me? He still thought of me as weaker than him.
But then my eyes drifted down to my stomach and I sighed, letting reality wash over me. I was pregnant. Of course, he wouldn’t fight me. And what did I do? Kicked him out the window for refusing to give me what I wanted. I was such an idiot.
It was my wedding day, and I was purposely causing an argument, all because I didn’t want to admit that things had to change. Getting in the shower, I did my best to scrub away the anger I felt. I couldn’t allow myself to get worked up over stupid shit that had to change.
By the time I was done washing my hair, I actually felt somewhat normal again, though I really needed to eat something. I was starving, and waiting too much longer would only make me sick.
Wrapping myself in a towel, I strode out to the living room, stopping in my tracks when I saw Gabe and Jules arguing over who was going to install the sensors on the windows.
“Why can’t you do it?”
“Because I’m having memory issues,” Jules snapped.
