And standing there with his arms crossed over his massive chest was none other than Clutch.
And when I saw the people lined up behind him, men and women in the UFL. I was on my feet, striding in his direction.
He chuckled, then offered me his hand, which I took, and then with my other hand, I pulled him in for a hug.
“Fuck me.”
***
“We’ve got a match! Let’s move!” Dr. Harding said.
***
I paced the waiting room while they worked on Lila and took a kidney from her donor... fucking Flynn.
***
Four hours later, I raced into her room with Cole and Madalyn at my heels.
“Baby, wake up for me,” I said as I watched her eyelashes flutter.
“That’s it, baby, come on, you can do it. Wake up, sweetheart.”
Her eyelids shifted and then... something I never wanted to hear ever again...
My head snapped up the monitor.
The line...
The line that showed her heartbeat.... was... fucking... flat.
“No!” I roared.
Arms circled around me.
Pulling me from her.
“Fuck. No.” I gritted out.
Then I put all my strength into my legs and pulled whoever had a hold of me back to my spot at her side.
“Fucking hell. I need help.” I heard.
“Shit,” I heard.
“Lila!” I roared.
“Hold him!” I heard.
“Get him back.” I heard.
“Jesus, how the fuck does Lila handle his weight?” I heard.
“Lila!” I roared.
I felt small hands on my cheeks, and I was ready to rip someone’s head off.
Until a small voice that was shaky said, “Dad, they can’t help her if you are in the way. She’s strong. My mom is so strong.”
