Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Twenty-Three
Larabee
Three Days Later
For three days the love of my life has been lying in this bed in a medically induced coma and I have been unable to do anything. I don’t hear my phone, see anyone but the doctors and speak to anyone but her. I talk to her about how sorry I am that she had to kill her own father, how much I regret not being there when she needed me, and I whisper all of the ways everyone is going to pay for trying to take her from me.
“Good morning Mr. St. Clair. How is the patient?” Her nurse, Charlotte, an annoyingly cheery woman who insists on trying to talk to me every time she comes in here.
“Still not awake.” The answer I always give.
“We have more flowers and balloons I see.” Yeah the girls have been piling on the well wishes. I think she is leaving the room but instead she stands right in front of me. “What can I do for you? How are your wounds healing?” I look down at my sling and nod my head.
“It’s fine. The only thing that hurts right now is my heart,” I tell her honestly, rubbing my angel’s cheeks.
The bullet was through and through, but it pierced my muscles and collapsed one of the ligaments. I am in this sling until it heals internally so that I don’t put any undue strain on it.
“Well,” she says, heading for the door. “If you change your mind just push the call button.” She opens the door and then I stop her.
“Wait.” She turns and looks at me shocked, I said anything to her other than the same thing I have been repeating for the last 72 hours. “I know you know, already, but I need to tell someone.” She looks at my hand that is currently resting on Satine’s stomach and she nods her head, sympathy written all over her face. Nodding her head she walks towards the bed and like the lovely woman she is, she sits in the chair.
“So, how is she?” she asks me again, initiating a real conversation with me.
“The doctors say she is healing up nicely. I asked them when they are going to start waking her up. They say soon.” I grumble that last part because I hate that answer. “They also told me..” I start trying to tell her the most important thing, but the words won’t come out. “They said she’s..” I’m getting choked up trying to get out the words that have been planted into my mind, clogging my throat and refusing to escape until now. Clearing my throat I blink as a tear falls and finally spill it out. “She’s pregnant.” Fuck, it finally breathes life into the truth and though I am not telling the one person who should know, it feels more real.
“Oh my goodness. Congratulations. How far along is she?”
“It’s early stages yet. They wouldn’t have even known if it weren't for the pregnancy test and a pre-emptive ultrasound before the surgery.”
“Well what a wonder. Are you excited about being a daddy?” I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath.
“I will be when my love wakes up.” She stands and puts her hand on my shoulder.
“She will soon and when she does, I will be the first one to wish you both congratulations!!” Nodding, I continue to stare at my angel.
“Thank you for giving me someone to tell.”
“Of course.” She walks out and I simply lay my head on the side of her bed.
“Soon, angel. Soon I will share with you the news of our nestling miracle.”
I don’t know how long I have been asleep when a hand touches my shoulder. “Cain.” Immediately I look at my wife and the disappointment is tangible even though I know she won’t wake until they allow her too.
“Ro. What are you doing here?” I ask, stretching and standing up.
“I came to check on both of you and give you an update.” Nodding, I lean over and kiss Satine before walking out into the hallway.
“How is she?” She has been texting me non-stop asking about her.
“The swelling is going down. They say there shouldn’t be any permanent damage.” She suffered some concussions from being punched in the face and hitting her head when she fell.
“Good. That’s good.”
“You said something about an update.”
“Yes. We got them.” My mind knows instantly who she is referring to.
“Where?” I keep adjusting her sheet trying to make sure she doesn’t get cold.
“Quan has them on the farm.” Fuck yeah. I finally look at her and let the anger seep in.
“Which one?”
“The alpha farm.'' He wants to play and so do I. I love when we throw maggots into the lion den and watch them fight for their life. They never win but hey, it’s entertainment. But right now, I can’t bring myself to leave this room.