Page 19 of Trial By Fire
Suddenly out of the corner of her eye, she saw the target they were looking for jump up as an agent were coming his way to cuff him. He took out the agent, slicing his throat and rabbiting from the room. Fuck!
Trish shouted at the others and took off running. Shit, she was off her game today. She’d been feeling out of sorts the last couple of days. Nauseated. She put it down to stress over this case. They were almost done. As long as she kept Sergio Gomez from escaping that was.
“Freeze, Sergio. You have nowhere to run to. You’re surrounded inside and outside.”
“Fuck you, pig bitch! I’ll take your ass out with me!” Sergio screamed as he leveled a gun at her chest.
“Maybe you will, maybe you won’t. Either way, you’re not getting away. You can either walk out of here in cuffs and live to see another day or you can go out of this room in a body bag.”
“Bitch! Had to stick your nose where it didn’t belong! Going to make you a whore in my next brothel. Let the boys take that ass. Charge them hundred bucks a fuck for that ass,” Sergio laughed, as he kept his gun trained on Trish.
She felt Rover come up behind her, his weapon raised on Sergio. Rover took Sergio out. What neither realized was at the same time Rover fired his weapon, Sergio fired his.
Trish went down hard, flying back into Rover before she slid to the ground. She heard Rover screaming her name, then nothing but blackness. Fuck! Jackson was going to be pissed.
Trish woke up to bright light in her eyes. Smacking at the light in front of her, she groaned. Her head was killing her, and it hurt like a bitch to breathe. What the hell happened.
“Welcome back, Ms. Malone. How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been hit by a truck and dragged around the world. What the fuck?!”
“You’ve got a nice size bruise on your chest. You’re lucky you were wearing your vest. Otherwise, that bullet would have pierced your heart, and you wouldn’t be here right now.”
“Ouch!”
Next thing Trish knew she was leaning over the bed and puking all over the floor. Groaning, she leaned her head back and covered her face in embarrassment.
“It’s ok, dear. That’s to be expected,” the doctor advised her as he patted her hand, checking her pulse on her wrist before pulling out his stethoscope.
“Trish!”
When she looked in the direction of the voice, she saw Jackson running into the room, rushing to her bedside. Luckily a nurse had already had a mop and bucket there and was cleaning up where she’d puked all over the floor.
She had to wince when Jackson pulled her into a tight hug before looking her over. She could see the fear in his eyes. Damn it. Rover or Delbert must have called him.
“I’m ok. I promise. Vest caught the bullet,” Trish promised him.
“Ah, here’s your test results now,” The doctor said cheerily as a nurse brought in some paperwork. “Ms. Malone, were you aware that you were pregnant? Pregnant women should not be involved in shoot-outs with gangsters.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Trish asked in shock, looking over at the doctor.
“She’s pregnant?” Jackson asked, surprise in his voice.
“Yes. According to the blood test we did, since you were unconscious and we didn’t know anything about you medically, it shows that you’re pregnant. I’m taking by the surprise in both your voices neither of you knew. I’m going to order a sonogram so we can check on the fetus due to the trauma you just suffered and see if we can find out how far along you are.”
When the doctor left the room, Trish laid her head back on the pillows. She didn’t know what to think. Her first thought was wondering if Jackson was mad.
“We’re going to have a baby!” Jackson chuckled as he leaned down and touched their foreheads together.
“You’re not upset?” Trish asked cautiously, looking at Jackson as best as she could.
“God no, baby. I’m happy. I’m having a baby, with you. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.” Jackson couldn’t help but start laughing at the ironic twist to his day.
“You sure you’re not having a mental breakdown? You’re over there laughing,” Trish asked, hurt in her voice.
“Oh, baby. I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at the ironic twist. Today, I had lunch with Lola. I asked her for help in finding the perfect ring because I wanted to ask you to marry me. Had everything planned out. Even asked the big man upstairs for a sign that this was right. Lola and I were finishing up lunch when she got a call from Tiffany about you being brought into the ER for a bullet wound to the chest. She had to drive me because all I could think about doing was hit my knees and beg the man upstairs to let you be ok. I couldn’t lose you when I just got you back. And now we find out we’re going to have a baby. I’m the happiest fucking man on the planet babe,” Jackson announced as he leaned back toward Trish and kissed her passionately, stealing what breath she had to give.
“You want to get married?” Trish asked when he allowed her up for air.
