Page 203 of Beautifully Reckless

Aspanic claws at me, I slap my own fucking face, trying to knock some sense into myself.

Get your fucking shit together.

She needs you.

She fucking needs you!

Scrambling across the dirt and twigs, I position myself between her bent, parted legs, bracing myself for something I’ve never had to see or do before.

Her big caramel eyes lock with mine, and fuck me, the fear in them is like a violent storm, twisting within her beautiful orbs.

“I’m going to take a look, Angel. Hang on for me.”

My voice is fucking gritty, like I’ve swallowed half the dirt under us, but she must understand, because she nods frantically, her hands white-knuckling the fabric as she finishes dragging it up to her hips.

Fuck.

Blood.

There’s so much fucking blood.

Her underwear is soaked through, and when I see her struggling to tug the drenched fabric down, I take over, gently pulling it down her legs and off her feet.

I’m not prepared…

I’m not fucking prepared for what I see.

Oh fuck.

How is her body even doing this?

“They are over there!” JD’s voice calls from somewhere behind me, but it feels like his voice, along with Abbey’s screams, are another world away.

This can’t be happening.

No.

My beautiful Angel.

“Fuck, get out of the way!” a gruff voice shouts, before strong hands start dragging me back.

I start swinging fists, wild with rage at whoever would fucking dare to harm my Angel when she’s already suffering so much, but I freeze the second I realise it’s JD and Murf.

They hold me back, keeping me out of the way as two of the Marx security team drop to the ground and start working on my wife like they have a fucking clue what they are doing.

“Abbey, my name is Dylan, and this is Clive. We’re trained medics,” one says with a level of calm that has Abbey nodding.

“Help me!” she screams, clutching her stomach with another guttural cry.

“Fuck. I can see the head,” Clive barks, already on the phone.

The head.

Did he just say he can see the head?

Shit, was that what I was looking at before? Her baby’s head?

“No!” Abbey cries, her head snapping towards me where JD and Murf still hold me back. “Ringo! It’s too early! I can’t have my baby yet!”

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