“I know.” She moves me back to the bed and digs around in her purse.
“Here.” She pulls out a juice box.
I just stare at it. “Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. I’m a mom. I come prepared. You’ll be the same way, carrying around a bag of tricks.” She rips off the little plastic straw, unwraps it, then stabs it in the hole.
“Thank you.” I accept the purple and red box from her, take a sip, and swish the apple-flavored liquid around in an attempt to get rid of the nasty taste in my mouth.
That’s when I hear a very distinct voice barking outside the little room. Both London and I barrel out of the alcove to find Kayne towering over my nurse, John. There’s soot smeared on his face and dirt covering his clothes, but that seems to be the extent of his injuries. Unless you count self-induced hypertension. He’s pissed.
“Kayne?” He glances over when he hears his name.
“Ellie?” I nearly knock him over when he looks directly at me.
“Where’s Jett?” London asks frantically.
“In there.” He tries to point to a room similar to mine, while I climb all over him.
“Baby, what are you doing here?”
I ignore his question. “Are you okay?” And instead ask my own. “I saw everything, the news report, the explosion . . .” My voice quivers. “They kept saying officers had life-threatening injuries but didn’t say which ones.”
My eyes tear as I cling to his shirt. If you think being married to a Dom is difficult, try being married to an ex black operative who is now part of an elite SWAT unit.
I would take the Dom any day.
“Shh, Ellie, I’m okay. Everything is okay.” He runs his hand through my hair. That should soothe me, make me feel comforted, but it somehow has the opposite effect.
“You scared the shit out of me!” I lash out, slamming both fists on his chest. “I thought you were hurt!” I hit him again, crying. “Or worse!” The third time he grabs my wrists before impact.
“Whoa, killer. I’m fine. There’s no need to beat me up,” he says humorously, before his facial expression changes. “How did you know I would be here? Did someone call you?”
“No.”
“London, then?”
“No. We were actually already here,” I confess, sniffling.
“What?” His grasp tightens. “Why?”
Oh shit, this is not the way I envisioned telling Kayne he’s going to be a daddy. Right after an explosion with a death grip around my wrists.
“I woke up bleeding this morning,” I divulge.
“What? Where?” There’s a mix of fear and anger in his eyes.
“Between my legs,” I admit softly, so only he can hear.
“And you didn’t think to call and tell me?”
“London rushed me to the hospital. I didn’t want to worry you while you were away.” Although, selfishly, in hindsight, I wish I had. That way he wouldn’t have been anywhere near a crazy man with explosives.
“So what’s wrong?” he asks concerned.
“Nothing,” I tell him truthfully.
“Ellie,” he says strictly. Like,don’t fuck around with mestrict.
