Page 18 of Dex

Addy is having my baby. A baby I knew fuck all about until her friend Lauren phoned me and told me to get to the hospital. My heart was breaking at the horrific thoughts that raced through my head. I thought I was going to lose her, like I had lost Fiona. But seeing her broken in that hospital bed, thinking the worst of our baby, almost killed me. The emotions running through my veins at the moment is enough to send me into a raging fit. I can’t fucking believe she hid this from me. My baby - our daughter. She asked me to let her explain before I walked away from her, but I can tell you now, I am fighting with myself just to stay in this room with her.

“Dex.” I don’t turn around. I keep staring out the window. We have been here for an hour now. They are keeping Ads in overnight to monitor her and my baby. The bleeding and cramping has stopped, but they just want to make sure.

“Dexter, we need to talk.” I spin around, my anger growing.

“Talk? Talk? Are you fucking kidding me? The time to talk would have been twenty fucking weeks ago when you found out you were carrying my baby. We have talked and text so much over the last few weeks. You had a plenty of fucking chances to tell me I am going to be a dad. I never thought you would do this to me, Addison.” I spit out her full name. Tears run down her face but I ignore them. I need to cling to my hate for her right now.

“Hang the fuck on. Who the fuck do you think you are speaking to her like that? Yeah, she should have told you about the baby. Believe me, I tried getting her to do it. But I know her reasons and before you go half cocked and start spouting bullshit at her, you need to sit down and let her explain. Otherwise, see that little baby bump she is carrying?” I nod my head. “That will be the last baby that you ever father. Because believe me you big fucker, I will chop off your dick and feed it to you, then you can brag that you have in fact had a dick in your arse when you are shitting it back out. Am I making myself clear?”

“You’re a mouthy bitch, huh?”

“Dexter!” Addy yells at me. The woman’s husband just smirks at me like he knows a dark secret about his girl.

“Hurt her again and you will see how much of a bitch I can be, boy,” she threatens me. She takes a step forward, but her man stops her. I chuckle and turn to look at Addy, who is playing with the edge of the blanket covering her lower body. Silent tears roll down her cheeks and my gut knots up. I am torn over hating her and wanting to pull her into my arms to comfort her and never let her go. But she fucking hurt me. She kept my unborn baby from me. Fucking shit.

“You two can go. We need to talk.” I dismiss her friends like they are nothing. Even though I know they have been there to support her though this. Addy still isn’t acknowledging the room. She is lost in her little world, sitting on the hospital bed, looking like a little lost child.

“I’m sorry mate, but we aren’t leaving her. If you think we are going to leave her alone with you, you have another thing coming. You can clearly see that she is upset and you are going to make it worse for her. She needs one hundred percent rest. No stress. When you’ve calmed down and had time to process this, you and Addy can sit down and talk about this - calmly. It’s what she needs. What that baby girl needs.” I get what he is saying, but I need to hear it from Addy now. I will go fucking crazy if I don’t know why she did this to me. Here I was thinking that we had moved on from all our issues. Fuck, that was one big fucking lie.

“Nah, mate. You can both leave. I am calm and we will talk about this now. I will not do anything that will harm Addy or my baby. This is between us. Thank you for looking after her and bringing her here, but this is about us,” I state, not looking away from him. He needs to understand this is my family, even if it is a bit fucked up at the moment. He shakes his head at me and walks over to the bed. He touches Addy’s knee and she looks up at him, the small smile on her face is forced. That one small smile almost breaks my resolve, but I stand my ground.

“If you need anything just text and I will bring it here for you. Love you, Ads.” He fucking didn’t.

“Don’t call her that,” I snap. All three of them whip their heads in my direction.

“Dex, don’t,” Addy whispers.

“I am the only one that calls you that and you fucking know it,” I grind out. The bloke nods his head in understanding.

“Prick,” the woman mutters under her breath, but I heard it loud and clear, which is probably what she wanted. “I don’t want to leave you with him.”

“He won’t hurt me,” Addy says, in a barely there voice. This is not my Addy. My Addy would be giving me a fucking mouthful of abuse for treating her and her friends this way. I have hurt her and I am not sure how to handle this shit anymore. It isn’t just us anymore.

“Fine. I am warning you, fucker. I get word from her that you hurt her and I am coming for your cock and balls.”

“I think your husband and your girl here would have a big problem with you coming on my cock and balls, love.” I smirk at her. Her face gets red with anger, only making me laugh more.

“Don’t twist my words, fucknut.” She turns to Addy and kisses her head. “Call me if you need anything, okay?” Addy nods her head and they leave the room.

The tension builds in the room, it’s almost suffocating. Addy refuses to look at me so I stay by the window, giving us space. My phone dings in my pocket and I know that it is Jay or Liam. I ran out of Castle Ink like my arse was on fire but didn’t tell them anything. I ignore it and look back to where Addy is sitting on the bed. They did the ultrasound to have a look at the baby but they wanted to monitor her heartbeat as well, so Addy has two thick bands around her bump, holding two discs in place, checking my girl’s heart rate.

Fuck me, I am having a daughter.

“Addy.” She looks over at me from under her wet lashes, her gaze guts me but she doesn’t speak. Her body tenses when I start to walk over to the bed and stand at the bottom, gripping the rail. My knuckles turn white with the force of my grip.

“I’m sorry, Dex.” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“Why didn’t you tell me? No beating around the bush, give it to me straight. You can’t hurt me anymore than you have today.” I regret my words as soon I say them. Fucking hell, I can’t catch a fucking break here. Her head snaps up to look at me. Hurt and regret fill her eyes. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“Welcome to my world,” is all she says. I look back at her and her eyes are locked on mine, I see my Addy slipping through. I smirk.

“Okay, I deserved that. Why?” I ask again.

“I was always going to tell you. Tonight in fact; when you came over. You have hurt me for years, Dex, and before you jump down my throat and accuse me of not telling you just to hurt you like you hurt me, I would never do something like that and if you think I would, then you don’t know me well enough.

“These past few weeks have been amazing. Us talking for hours on the phone, the texts back and forth made my day. I felt special. Me. Fucking special. I have never needed a man to make me feel special. But I was finally getting to see the Dex I fell in love with and he was seeing me for me. Not a little girl who he hated because she had feelings for him. I needed to know that you were over Fi and that you wanted to be with me, for me. Not because of her.” She says the last part softly, while touching her bump.

“I never hated you,” I say.

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