Page 52 of Forever Your Touch

Fuck them.

He’d do whatever the hell he wanted to do.

His phone buzzed again, and he ripped it out of his jeans, ready to scream at Ray, but found a text from Dimitri instead. Becca was on her way to Saint Mary’s. Her water broke.

Jesus. Thank fuck he was already at Saint Mary’s. He shot off a text saying as much and to call him as soon as he got here. Becca had to be freaking the hell out. The girl was terrified of crowded places, and an emergency room in New York City could be crowded as fuck.

One more fucking thing to pace about.

His life had become a series of worries. He was the carefree one. When the shit had he started caring this much about people?

When his brothers’ wives came into the picture and introduced him to the world of being an uncle.

Sure, he loved his brothers and their wives, but his nieces and nephews? He’d literally die for them. The new baby counted in the latter category.

He missed fun Mason.

But he wouldn’t trade those kids for the player he used to be. They owned him.

About as much as Josephine owned his heart.

The player had been played.

What the fuck was he going to do about his feelings for her? She’d shown him earlier how much she loved the fucker she lived with. Despite everything, she’d wanted to call him. He was the cause of her hurt, and she wanted to call the fucker.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He was so screwed.

His phone rang again. It was a series of text messages from his family telling him to get his ass to the hospital. The baby was coming.

He sent back a group text to let them know where he was and why. And the flood of replies began. He stopped trying to keep up with them and shoved the phone back in his pocket. His family would come find him here. As much as he wanted to be down there with them for Becca, he’d promised Jo he wouldn’t leave her alone.

And dammit, he wasn’t going to leave her alone. Becca would have his entire family with her. Jo would only have him until Keith arrived. Or Ray. He was probably on his way here now. Mason still hadn’t decided if he was going to punch him or hold him while Keith did. Or maybe they could take turns.

Jo would be pissed, but he didn’t fucking care. It was about time someone taught Ray the etiquette of taking care of his woman and the consequences when he didn’t.

Viktor and Sara arrived first, minus the kids. The babysitters had been on alert for the last two weeks and were ready at a moment’s notice. They were going to earn some serious cash tonight.

“Is she okay?” Sara hugged him. She gave the tightest hugs, and Mason needed it more than ever.

“No, they took her into surgery a little over an hour ago. Her leg’s all mangled. The ligaments and tendons are torn and severed. The doctor didn’t say too much, but I got the feeling it was really bad.” He sorta got the vibe the good doctor was going to let the surgeon explain to Jo exactly how bad it was.

“What happened?” Viktor asked, handing him a cup of coffee, which Mason took gratefully.

“Her bastard boyfriend, knowing the girl can’t take two steps without potentially killing herself, let her cut the grass. The lawnmower went right over her leg.” He closed his eyes, remembering the sight of her butchered flesh. “She soaked through the towels before the ambulance even got there. They managed to get the bleeding stopped and then rushed her to surgery.”

“She’s clumsy?” Sara let him go and stepped back. “She didn’t seem that way when she was at the house.”

“She sat most of the time there. She told me with the babies, she tried to stay seated as much as possible. Couldn’t risk falling and hurting them.”

“Where’s her boyfriend?” Viktor frowned.

“Fishing.”

“The fuck?”

Conner had somehow snuck up on them all, Mateo attached at the hip. Kade couldn’t be far behind. He and Angel never let that kid out of their sight for long. Mason wasn’t surprised they’d brought him.

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