Page 123 of Separate Sins


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I dropped her bag to the floor and held her against me.

“Sir?” One of my guards came into the hall. His dark eyes darted to Bianca, then to me.

“Get Frank. Have him pull the car around.”

He rushed out, leaving me with Bianca.

“Breathe through it. Just like we practiced,” I murmured.

She nodded, trying to level out her breathing.

“There you go. You’re doing great. I’m proud of you.”

“I really… hate… you right… now.”

I laughed at that. “I am not the one who impregnated you. Don’t hate me.”

“Shut up, grandpa,” she said, her voice wobbling.

Grandpa.

I blinked at her words.

She didn’t know that I was Dominic’s father.

I hadn’t put much thought into the babies, but I now realized one of them was my grandson.

Fuck. I wasn’t old enough to have grandkids.

I breathed out with her. I’d worry about all this shit another time. Right now, I needed to get her to the hospital safely.

Frank burst into the hall, his blue eyes wild.

“I’m here,” he said, rushing forward. “Come on, sweetie.”

He took her hand and led her outside as I grabbed her bag. Frank wasn’t exactly the paternal sort, but I suppose he had a lot of experience with women giving birth since he’d knocked up so damn many of them.

We got Bianca into the SUV, and I was grateful that several of my guards had already loaded up and would follow us. I’d trained them well.

Bianca snuggled against me as Frank pulled away from the estate, my men behind us.

“I’m scared,” she whispered. “And I can’t believe I’m leaning on you for help.”

“I’m here,” I murmured. “Funny how times change, isn’t it?”

She nodded and let out a soft hiss.

“Just breathe,” I said gently as another groan slipped past her lips, her breathing ragged. “Even breathing, Bianca. Do the best you can, little queen.”

She made it through another contraction, and I caught Frank’s eye in the rearview mirror.

“Sylar’s mom gave birth in the front seat of my car,” he said. “So I can deliver if we need to.”

“Frank, eyes on the road,” I said.

He nodded and focused again.

Bianca groaned. “Do you have your gun? Just shoot me.”