Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Easy,” Dad says gently.
“The doctor said I can get up,” I remind him softly, looking up at him.
When the doctor came in to talk to me, he told me it was okay for me to move around as long as I didn’t do anything strenuous. I had gotten up and gone to the bathroom on my own with only minor pain in my abdomen. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t in pain. My heart hurt badly. The doctor explained I was approximately six weeks pregnant and that the baby was growing inside of my left fallopian tube, which ruptured. The surgery they performed—removing my left tube completely—left me with only one, which he explained would make conceiving in the future a little more difficult, but not impossible.
“Baby.”
That one word has me coming out of my thoughts and my dad’s hand moving to my elbow to help me up. Gaining my feet, I walk slowly across the space separating me from Sven, our eyes never leaving the other. “Fuck, baby.” He reaches out to me with his left hand when I’m close.
“Please, be careful.” I take his hand in mine and pull it up to rest against my chest.
“Come here,” he demands softly, sliding his hand around my back, pulling me closer, proving that not even a bullet wound will stop his bossy ways.
“We’re gonna step out for awhile,” my dad says from behind me, but I don’t turn to look at him or my mom as I hear them moving around or when the door closes a few seconds later.
“I was so scared,” I whisper after a long moment of my eyes taking him in and the various machines he’s hooked up to.
“I need to hold you. Climb up here with me.” He scoots over, and I know I should protest, but I need his touch right now. I need to be in his arms, where I feel safe, where the world outside of us doesn’t exist. Being cautious of the IV in his hand, I get onto the bed with him and tuck myself into his side. “Please don’t cry,” he whispers, and I move my hands over my face, feeling wet on my fingers when I do. “I’m so sorry baby, so fucking sorry,” he says, and I know he’s not talking about getting shot, but about the baby.
“Me too.” I move closer to him, pressing my face against his neck.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you.”
“You were kind of busy not dying.” I swallow down a new wave of tears, bringing my head out of his neck to look at him, noticing his face is pinched in pain. “How much are you hurting? Do you need the doctor?” I ask softly trying to move off the bed.
“Stay.” He pulls me back to him, wincing when he does. “I’m worried about you. It kills me that you woke up and I wasn’t here.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine baby. I’m down for about three weeks, but I’m fine. The doctor even said I was lucky.”
“I thought you…”
“Shhhh, I’m okay. A week, and then we go home.”
Fighting myself to keep quiet, to not bring it up—not yet—I still ask, “Who shot at us?” Yes, there were other people outside the club, but those bullets were all aimed in our direction. No one was hurt besides Sven, not one person.
“You don’t worry about that right now. The club’s closed down for now. Zack, Lane, and Teo are going to be doing security for us while we’re home.”
“They’re bouncers. No offense, but what do—”
“They we’re special ops. I trust them,” he cuts me off. “I know them. I know they care about you, and they’re the only people here right now that I know would lay down their lives for you.”
“Don’t say that.” I squeeze my eyes closed. I don’t want to see anyone else I care about hurt. “You were on top of me when you were shot. I know that bullet could have hit me, and knowing that doesn’t make me feel any better. I don’t want any of them hurt.”
“Baby.” He pulls me gently until I’m pressed tighter against him. “Don’t think about that right now. You need to rest.”
“You need rest,” I mutter, and I hear a smile in his voice when he mutters back, “Let’s both rest.”
“You’re still very bossy.”
“Rest, Mags.”
“Fine.” I let out a breath, carefully resting my hand over his abs, thinking I would get bored if he wasn’t exactly who he is. And with that, I fall asleep in his arms, which I know now more then ever will always keep me safe.
Chapter 10
Sven
Missing pieces
Feeling Maggie behind me, her tits are pressed tightly to my back. Her arm is over my abs, and her leg is shoved between mine. I roll to face her, noticing the dark circles under her eyes are slowly disappearing. When I was in the hospital, she stayed with me every night, even after I told her she needed to go home and get some rest—the kind of rest you can’t get in a hospital because there is someone coming into the room every fucking hour, disturbing you. She didn’t agree to this and insisted she stay with me.