Page 51 of Always My Comfort

I wanted to scream at him that I couldn’t control this. I wanted to tell him I loved him. I wanted to tell him that the article and whatever it contained wasn’t true because I loved him.

“Don’t close your eyes, Logan. Don’t close your fucking eyes, sweetheart.” I blinked slowly, everything unfocused except for the pain in his caramel eyes.

Is that a tear running down his cheek?

But the dark spots were getting bigger with every passing second, and it was too hard to keep my eyes open.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I love you, Jaxon.

* * *

“Just tellme how the baby is! I am her boyfriend and the father of our baby. That’s my goddamn baby, and I need to know if they’re goin’ to be alright.” Jaxon’s anger could be heard from a mile away.

My throat ached, my head was pounding, and my entire body was heavy.

Where the hell am I?

“Sir, I believe you, but I can’t release any information about the patient. You aren’t supposed to even be in here,” a female voice answered Jaxon’s demand, and I heard him pacing. He scoffed, and I could just imagine him rolling his eyes.

“She is everythin’—her and my son are everythin’ to me. I need to know they are goin’ to be okay. Do you understand? Name your price; I’ll pay anythin’.” Jaxon was out of his damn mind.

I tried to move, to open my mouth, to twitch a finger—anything—but it was as though I was glued to the damn bed.

“Mr. Dexter, I will not be bribed, and you can be arrested for that.”

“Ma’am, please. I’m beggin’ here. Just tell me she’s goin’ to wake up.” Jaxon’s warm, callused hand gripped mine, and I tried to squeeze back.

The woman sighed, and I wished she’d just ease his fears. “She should be awake soon. Now quit pestering me.” Her shoes squeaked as she left, and in the silence, I finally heard the machine beeping and could focus on the sterile smell of the room.

I hate hospitals.

“I’ll fix this. I promise you, Logan. My manager is already workin’ on it. I’ll make it all go away. I know this wasn’t you. I don’t care if I lose my spot on the team over this. Nobody hurts my girl.” His head dropped to the edge of the bed, his hair tickling my arm.

“What the hell happened?” Scarlett’s loud voice echoed off the walls, and I cringed. I wished I could tell her to whisper.

“Anxiety attack,” Jaxon grumbled, not paying her much attention.

“The baby?” she pressed, scraping a chair across the tile.

“Nurse won’t tell me.”

“Well, make them! You’re Jaxon fucking Dexter. Don’t you have a lot of money for a reason?” If I could move, I’d slap her.

“I already tried that. I was threatened with gettin’ arrested.”

“I hate this. I hate him for doing this to her. I hate everyone for hurting her.” Scarlett sniffled. I hated when she cried; it was always ugly.

“How do you know it was him?” Jax questioned, his fingers tightening around my limp hand.

“Who else would do this? He wants you off the team, and he wants to hurt her for finding you. He cheated on her and used her to make his image look good, so hewouldn’tget kicked off the team. Did she tell you that?”

Scarlett opening her damn big mouth.

“No, she didn’t. I’m goin’ to get him removed. I will fix this. She deserves better.”

“She found you,” Scarlett whispered, finally saying something worthwhile. I could kiss her. “You’re all she needs. You and that baby.”

---