Page 202 of Beautifully Reckless

He doesn’t even get asound past his lying lips before his brains explode in a bloody shower, raining down over the shrubs and leaf covered ground. Then he crumbles like a sack of shit.

I don’t even spare a glance at Daniel’s retreating form as I drop to my knees beside Abbey.

“Angel,” I breathe, brushing her hair off her face, only to find it twisted in agony.

“I fell,” she gasps. “It hurts. The baby, Ringo. The baby!”

Fuck!

“You want me to go after Stone?” JD barks behind me, but I shake my head, my eyes scanning my wife, locking onto the blood pooling under her.

“No. Fuck,” I snap my frantic gaze to my best mate. “Help. We need help!”

I’m fucking shaking, the sight of all that blood mixed with the smell of the dirt rips me back to the day I found Kylie… and my daughter dead by her side.

“I’ll go get help. Watch your six,” JD calls over his shoulder as he bolts back towards the chapel, leaving me alone in the trees with my haemorrhaging wife.

“Hold on, Angel. Help is coming.” I force the words past the lump in my throat as I run my hands over her trembling form.

“It hurts so bad,” she whimpers into the dirt. “Something’s wrong.”

Wrong is an understatement given the amount of blood seeping through her dress.

Fuck. This can’t be happening.

Not again.

A guttural scream tears from Abbey’s throat, echoing through the trees, startling a flock of birds into the air.

Then, she starts panting.

“No. No,” she groans, slowly rolling onto her back as she clutches the swell of her bump. “It’s too soon. I can’t have my baby yet.”

“What can I do?” I reach for her, but hesitate, not sure what to fucking do. If I should touch her.

Think.

Fucking think.

Abbey starts panting, blowing air in short bursts, curling in on herself.

Fuck! Is she having the baby now?

“Check,” she cries, her caramel eyes wild. “I need you to check!”

“Check what?” My fucking eyes nearly bug out of my head, but I already know. I’m just freaking out too much to make sense of it.

Her trembling hands start dragging the blood soaked fabric of her dress up her thighs, and my fucking lungs seize up, like the oxygen around us has vanished.

“Oh my…” She heaves like she is bearing down before another scream rips from her lungs. “It’s coming!”

More screams. Nothing but fear-laced agony echoing off the fucking trees, bouncing around us like the whole forest is in pain with her.

My heart is fucking hammering in my chest like it’s ready to explode, agonising images from my past trying to slip into the present.

I don’t know what to do.

What the fuck do I do?

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