Page 75 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

“How did you know that?”

“We didn’t for sure. Banks found the shell on the jetty. We hoped that it was the guy’s blood and not yours, but we couldn’t be sure.”

“It was his. I tried to take out his eye.”

“Where did you learn to do that?”

“Cyrus. He said there’s three places to aim, eyes, nose, and between the legs.”

“I’m glad you have those boys.”

“Me too.” The memory of her telling me she’s pregnant filters back into my mind. “How are you? Is the baby okay?”

“I’m fine, we both are.”

“Is that good news? Since it could be Scott’s?”

She draws back, shock on her face. “Honey, no. It can’t be his. I’m only nine weeks.”

“Oh.” I lean back against the pillows in relief. “Thank fuck.”

Her eyebrows raise at my use of fuck, but I can’t bring myself to care.

“So it’s either Cillian or Felix’s baby?”

“How did you know?”

“Declan walked past the den the other night.”

“Oh my.” Her cheeks flush. “That’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry about it. He didn’t see much, just enough to understand the gist of what was happening. It was actually kind of funny to him so shocked.” A laugh bubbles up from my chest, but I wince in pain.

The door opens, and the guys trickle in one by one. Even Felix steps just inside the door. Emerson walks over to check my IV and look at the bag to make sure the drip is working. Mom looks at all of them and back to me.

“I’ll give you some privacy.” She kisses my cheek and then stands. Felix closes the door quietly behind him.

As soon as they’re out, I look at the four men standing around my bed. Each of them wears a similar expression of worry. Noone speaks, how do you even start a conversation after what I just went through?

“What did Dr. Meier say?” Declan finally breaks the silence.

“Not much. I have a concussion, I’m dehydrated, and I probably have a few broken ribs. But I’ll survive.”

“He doesn’t think you need to go to the hospital?” Banks asks.

“No.” I reach for his hand, linking our fingers. “I wouldn’t want to go anyway.”

I don’t want to be anywhere they can’t be. It probably wouldn’t go over well to insist my four boyfriends be allowed to spend the night with me in my hospital room. I don’t want to fall asleep without all of them close tonight.

“Okay.”

“I do want to take a shower before I fall asleep, though.” I look over to Emerson. “Is that pole on wheels?”

“Yes, you’ll be able to roll it into the bathroom. But you might need help washing yourself and your hair.”

“I’ll do it.” Banks offers first, surprising me. Then when I think about it, it makes sense to have him in there with me. He won’t be thinking about anything other than helping me, not that I think any of the guys would even have anything sexual on their minds right now. But still.

Emerson helps me maneuver the tubes and pole into the bathroom, he unhooks the IV tube from the port, so I can take my shirt and bra off, then hooks me back up while Banks warms up the shower. He leaves, and Banks starts to help me with my pants. But the sight of masculine hands on my joggers sends panic racing through me.

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