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“You’ll have more privacy upstairs in the bedroom,” Ky replies, disappearing in the kitchen, as the smells of his cooking permeate from there.

“There’s no way I’m climbing back up those stairs,” I call out to him, hearing him chuckle, the sound makes my panties wet, and I curse him silently.

“None for me, thanks. Your father and I already ate. He’s waiting for you in Church, though. I’ll just look Sera over quickly, from what I can see already, she’s looking much better.” Everleigh says, a smile on her face.

To my surprise, and to hers if the look on her face is anything to go by, Ky walks back into the living room with a plate loaded with bacon and fluffy eggs, placing them on the coffee table in front of me, he wraps her up in a gentle hug, saying something close to her ear that I can’t hear, Everleigh pats him on his bristled cheek, and he gives me a peck on the cheek before he’s slipping into his leather vest or cut as the guys in the club call it. Sliding into his scuffed boots, he strides out the door, leaving me alone with Everleigh.

“How are you feeling?” she asks, sitting on the couch.

“Like I’ve been run over by a truck.” The salty bacon hits my taste buds and I groan, unable to hold back a moan as I shove another forkful of food into my mouth.

Despite my intention to keep things light, Everleigh's serious reaction to my joke casts a shadow over the moment, leaving me feeling awkward.

“I’m so happy that you’re okay. You would’ve died had Ky and the rest of the guys not gotten to you in time,” she replies sadly. “I’m glad he didn’t listen to you and took you to the hospital. Otherwise, who knows in what state you’d be in now,” she replies, her face serious.

I look at her and shake my head, wishing I could forget everything that happened to me. But know that it’s impossible.

“I thought I would never be rescued.” I sniffle, unable to stop the words from spilling from my mouth, tears rolling unbidden down my face. Everleigh sits closer, enfolding me in her arms.

“I was pregnant with Ky’s baby.” My emotions were so overwhelming, I couldn't hold them back, and words tumbled out of me in a torrent.

“I know.” Everleigh says without judgement. “I would like to get to know Willow better, though. And so would her grandfather, If you’ll let us?”

“Of course.” I begin, taking her hand in mine. “I could never repay you guys for what you’ve done for me and my little girl. But I would like to tell her first about Ky, if that’s okay. I don’t want to overwhelm her.”

“Of course,” she replies. “We’re not going anywhere.” It was like a dam bursting open, both of us unable to stop the tears from falling.”

Wiping her face clear of tears, she clears her throat.

“Anyway, the reason I’m here is, at the hospital they started you on a course of antibiotics, but because we got you out of there earlier than they would’ve liked, I’m here to give you your antibiotics orally, as I promised I would do. You need to take them with food,” she instructs.

I nod and give her a small, watery smile, taking the pill from her and popping it in my mouth with a swallow of water.

“I could kill that man with my bare hands.” Everleigh says, her anger boiling to the surface on my behalf. “Even though you may still be sore, most of your injuries are slowly healing, thankfully. After everything you’ve been through, and seeing you after they brought you to the hospital, I’m surprised your injuries weren’t as bad as everyone believed they were. Your ribs are healing, your nose was broken, but that was fixed at the hospital and you look as good as you did prior to everything that happened. The worst of your injury, obviously, is the miscarriage.”

I’m silent for a beat, taking in everything Everleigh just said. I’m surprised Angelo didn’t kill me. But I know as surely as I was sitting here, I would have died had the club not come to my rescue.

I’m really not in the mood to relive the trauma of being taken, so I try to shift the conversation to something less painful.

“Do you think it’s okay for Willow to see me? Ky said he’d take me to see her, but obviously he’s not here now,” I ask.

Everleigh smiles, taking out her phone from the pocket of her jeans.

“Yes, let’s call Zoe, see if she’s home, which I’m sure she is, but as you know, her and Chains are still relatively new at the relationship thing. I’ve walked in on them a few times, doing it on the couch. So we need to warn them we’re coming.”

I can't help but giggle, my heart swelling with the excitement of seeing my little girl.

“Yes, please,” I say, waiting on tenterhooks for her to dial the number.

The phone rings a few times before an anxious and out of breath Zoe answers.

“Everleigh, is Sera okay?”

I made a silent motion for Everleigh to hand me the phone, and when she does, my voice comes out shaky when I finally speak,

“I’m okay.” And I hear my best friend sniffle on the other end of the line.

“There’s my bestie.” She forces humor into her voice, and I know it’s for Willow’s benefit.

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