Page 28 of Breaking Hudson

“Not for long,” Fabian says. “Babies grow fast.”

“Ah yes. My poor back,” I say.

“We will just carry you everywhere,” Dallas laughs.

“I wouldn’t put it past either of you,” I laugh.

“This is the heartbeat,” he says. When the sound plays through the room, I immediately tear up. Hearing that sound puts everything into perspective. “One forty-five. It’s perfect.”

“It’s a baby,” I say tearfully to Hudson and Dallas.

“Yeah,” Hudson says sweetly. “You are going to make an amazing mother.”

“Can I call you mommy now?” Dallas asks.

“Fuck no,” I laugh and wipe away my tears.

“Take your time but you guys are good to go,” Fabian says, handing the pictures to Hudson.

“Thank you so much,” I smile.

“They’ll call you in the next day or two to set up your next appointment,” he says. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” Hudson says.

When the door shuts, they immediately take to cleaning the lubricant off me before helping me get dressed. I feel like I’m on cloud nine. I am so happy. We walk hand in hand to the parking lot, only separating so that Dallas can sit behind the driver’s seat. Just as Hudson opens my door, I see a familiar blacked out SUV.

“Hudson,” I say quickly. I suddenly start to panic when I pistol comes out of the passenger window. “Hudson!”

I instinctively step in front of him as soon as shots ring out. They hit the side of the SUV and suddenly I feel numb. Hudson pulls me back almost immediately when I step in front him, but it’s too late.

“What the fuck was… Oh God,” Dallas says. Hudson snaps his head in my direction and his eyes go wide.

“I… don’t feel well,” I say. I’m completely dazed. I’m not in any pain, but I know I was hit.

“I’m going to fucking kill them,” Hudson growls. He pulls his shirt off, leaving him in just an undershirt. Dallas takes it and presses it against my shoulder before they get me into the backseat.

“Want me to call the others?” Dallas asks as he applies more pressure to my shoulder. I grunt, but I’m not in pain. At least it’s not registering.

“No. Let’s get her taken care of first,” Hudson says.

“Am I going to die?” I ask. Dallas has me laying on my side, so my shoulder is closer to him and I can be comfortable. I look up at him and he looks shaken, but not scared.

“No, baby. They just grazed your shoulder. You are probably in shock,” he says. “Just relax and I’ll get it taken care of, okay?”

“It doesn’t hurt,” I explain.

“That’s good. Let me know if it starts hurting,” he says. I can tell he’s trying to keep calm. If they panic, I will panic. Considering I’m bleeding all over the place, panicking is not a good idea.

I’m completely silent as we drive home. As we get closer, I start to feel the pain in my arm. Dallas is the one to carry me inside and we go straight to our bedroom.

“I think it’s stopped bleeding now,” Dallas says.

“It’s not as bad as I thought,” Hudson says.

“No, it just bled a lot,” Dallas explains. “Let’s get her in the shower to get all the blood off of her first. I can numb it and close it after.”

“Are you capable of of that?” I ask. “That was rude. I’m sorry.”

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