Page 16 of Unexpected Delivery

What if she tells us to get lost now that she has them?

No, there’s no doubt. Arbor and the baby both need professional care. I just hope they all understand that we’re coming with them.

Morris changes clothes while the EMTs get Arbor loaded up, and of course,hegets to ride with them.

Hayes and I do a cursory cleanup, tossing the bloody towels in garbage bags and carrying them out to the dumpster before taking the world’s fastest showers and hauling ass to the hospital.

We bring in Arbor’s bags, but the lady at the ER desk stops us.

“Mom and baby are being triaged. I’ll let them know you’re here. Someone will come for you as soon as they’re able to have visitors.” She’s a little old lady. Cursing her out would be frowned upon, but I’m half fucking feral to know the girls are okay. “Can you fill out her admission paperwork for me? That’s the best way you can help right now.”

“I’ve got her ID.” Hayes snags the clipboard the lady holds out. “Make sure they know we’re here.”

“That paperwork cannot be this hard,” I say to my twin as he frowns at the form and glances at her license. “Is it written in another language?”

Hell, maybe she’s been living out of the country, and she only came back to the States to give birth.

I’m antsy… Hayes has barely made it past the second question, and the first one was the date.

“It’s an Arizona address,” he whispers, like he’s sharing classified information.

I bump my shoulder against his, smiling to help offset the stress that radiates off him in waves. “Okay, I’m pretty sure pregnant ladies go on vacation and deliver in other states on occasion. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Did you see her cheek? I don’t think that was from the accident.” He turns to face me, quirking an eyebrow. “I’ve seen a lot of bruises heal, and it had to be at least a week old. Maybe longer.”

My chest gets tight as my hands fist in my lap.

What is that supposed to mean?

No, I get the implication.

I just wish I didn’t.

Hayes runs the training gym in town. He works with everyone from MMA fighters to up-and-coming boxers, and he’s right. Compared to me, he would know how a bruise looks as it heals.

“What if she’s running from someone and the hospital sends a bill to her old address? It would lead them straight here.” His head shakes, and he curses under his breath.

He might be right.

That would be seriously shitty.

If that person happens to be an abusive ex, I’ll probably end up in prison for fucking him up.

I snag the clipboard from his lap, making sure her license doesn’t go flying. “We put down our address—problem solved.”

Hayes goes back to digging in her wallet while I fill out her name and birthday.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, swiping a hand over his face. “There’s no insurance card. Not even one for a dental plan.”

My jaw falls.

The three of us pull pretty good money between the gym and the shop, but something like the bill for an uninsured delivery? That would wipe out a huge chunk of our savings.

I can’t imagine Arbor has that kind of cash lying around.

The state of her car proves as much.

“Don’t they give all omegas that free insurance through the government or something?”

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