Page 228 of Dare To Live

“One more thing?”

“Sure.” His voice seems far away.

“Could you organize some pain meds for me?”

“I’ll get the nurse on it. Rest, Eli.”

Chapter 131

Arabella

“Slow the fuck down. You’re pushing her too fast,” Eli grumbles.

“Do it yourself, then.” I can visualize Miles rolling his eyes in my head.

“If I didn’t hurt to push her, I would.”

I laugh. “Will you two stop arguing? I’m not made of glass. I’m pregnant and not the one who got shot.” I twist to look at Eli. “You’re supposed to be in a wheelchair as well.”

“I’m fine.” Eli insists as he keeps pace beside the wheelchair as we move down the hallway. “I just want to get you home where you can rest.”

It’s been three days since I told him I was pregnant. When I woke up after finding out he was alive, I was in a different room, and Eli was lounging on the second bed. Once I was awake Eli had talked Miles into pushing them together for us, and we’d talked. Really talked. He held my hand, refusing to let me go, while he told me what had happened between the car crash and me storming into the farmhouse.

I still get choked up, remembering how he touched my belly with a look of awe. The pride and wonder when the nurse did the ultrasound. Our first look at the little ones growing inside me.

“If it’s boys, you need to name one of them after me,” Miles announces as he pushes me into the elevator.

“No fucking way,” Eli growls.

“They could be girls.” I point out, hoping to avoid another argument between the pair of them. “We won’t know the sex for a few more weeks.”

“Mila is the female version of Miles.”

“We are not fucking naming one of our children after you.”

I place my hand against my abdomen and smile. “Let’s get through the first trimester before we think of names. We have plenty of time for that.”

The doors slide open, and we make our way through the reception area. There are people beyond the main doors. Faces peering at us through the glass, and as we get closer, they start to shout. The commotion makes me uneasy.

“Fuck.” Eli moves in front of the wheelchair as Miles halts. “It’s the press.”

I shoot a nervous look at the doors. “What do they want?”

“There’s been a lot of coverage over what happened with Evan.” Miles touches my shoulder gently. “A bunch of people got interviewed, including Lacy, Maggie, Jace, and Garrett. I’m sure you can imagine what they’ve been saying.”

My attention shifts to Eli. “Did you know about this?”

“Ivan and Bret mentioned it to me when you were asleep yesterday. It’s one of the reasons Bret has been hanging around like a bad smell. I didn’t want to worry you.”

“We need to get to the car,” Miles says.

Eli nods. “Let me check it’s out there. Bret has agents waiting, just in case something like this happened. They should be waiting for us.” He pulls out his phone with his good hand and moves away from us.

I twist in my wheelchair to peer up at the man behind me. “Are you okay?”

He shrugs. “I’m still not talking to Ivan if that’s what you mean. I gave him back his ring.”

“Oh, Miles.”

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