“Oh, and one more thing.”
Sam raised his brow.
“Don’t order any wine or champagne. She can’t drink.”
Sam crossed his arms over his chest. “Why can’t she drink?”
“Because you knocked her up.”
“She said she was on the pill.”
“She’s one of the two-percenters. Congratulations, dad; you’re having a girl. I expect her to be named after me.”
Sam’s mouth parted, and he stood frozen in place as he watched the crazy woman walk away. Sarah’s deceit with the condom had screwed them both. “Fuck me,” he said to himself, earning him some horrendous stares from women entering the hospital.
“She already did,” Betty hollered out.
Sam spun on his heels, intent on heading back to the car while letting Betty’s words consume his thoughts. His mind raced, trying to figure out exactly how he was supposed to process that news. It wasn’t as if he’d never wanted to get married or have kids, but a baby with Grace, after everything they’d been through? And she didn’t even know it yet. Maybe Betty was mistaken. Maybe it was a ruse to get him off his ass where Grace was concerned. Would she even believe him if he told her, or would she think the baby was the only reason he wanted to be with her?
Sam shook his head and slowed to a stop. He glanced back at the hospital entrances and spun around. He’d never walk away and leave her to deal with this on her own. He’d headed back for the hospital door when he spotted Betty leaning against a post watching him. He stomped toward her.
“I’ve only known her a week. What the hell am I supposed to do with that information?”
“You knew the minute she entered your office.” Betty rested her palm over Sam’s heart. “And you know her in here.”
“And Grace? If she knows that you told me about the baby, she’ll think that is the only reason I’m with her.”
“She’s already fallen for you, Stone. So, man up.”
He let her words sink in as he stepped around her and headed into the hospital.
“Second floor. Just follow the smell of coffee,” she hollered out.
Sam got on the elevator and rode it up to the second floor. With each passing floor, his determination grew. He could do this. He could convince her. Sam stepped off the elevator and pulled out his phone. Ducking into one of the empty hospital rooms, he made a call to his attorney and ordered the paperwork to be ready by the time he arrived.
Sam stepped out of the room, and the aroma of coffee drifted to his nose making him smile. He turned in the same direction and followed as it got stronger. He found Grace in an alcove behind the nurses’ station pouring a cup of coffee.
“I’m not sure that’s good for the baby.”
Grace raised her brow and slowly put the coffee pot back. She lifted the black coffee to her lips. “Good thing it’s not my boobs those screamers will be dining on.”
“Yet,” he amended. “How are your sisters?”
“Better.” Grace grinned. “The drugs kicked in, and the babies are beautiful and loud, just like their mommas.” Grace set her coffee down and led him toward the nursery. “How did you know I was here?”
“I saw you leave your office with your sisters. Call it a gut feeling.” He turned to look at the babies in the soundproof nursery. Baby Menzies had a head full of red hair and was swaddled in a pink blanket covered with elephants. “Wow. Quinn is going to have a handful.” He glanced to the only blonde baby swaddled in a pink blanket. “Wow, they both had girls. They’re both going to have their hands full.”
“I know. Isn’t it great?” Grace smiled and gestured to the bandage peeking outfrom beneath his shirt. “You look better. I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Not quite,” he said and stepped toward her. He cupped her cheek and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I need your help.”
“Again? So soon?” she asked, pulling his lips back to hers. She kissed him again, only this time in a proper hello-I’ve-missed-the-shit-out-of-you kiss.
“Yeah, I’ll explain on the way, but I need you to come with me.”
“Where to?” Her brows dipped.
“Answer me one thing first.”
