Page 128 of With A Little Luck
There’s no doubt in my mind. More women would have died if I hadn’t killed him.
If I could do it all over again, I would, but I’d make sure I took out Costa too. After this clusterfuck, maybe Easton will actually listen to my advice. Nah, even I’m not delusional enough to believe that.
The ultrasound teaches me two things—I’m a blubbering crybaby, and there really is a tiny person in Quincy’s stomach. An entirely new human being that we can see opening her mouth in real time. Her little hands flail, and she turns away from the wand like she’s shy to have her picture taken.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
“Ridge…” Quincy laughs, squeezing my good hand.
I check out her face. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Could you tidy up the language just a little?”
“Shit, sorry.”
Okay, I’m basically fucked there, but I’ll try. I don’t want to be at the hospital and have them be afraid to send the kid home with us because I have no manners.
My damn knees tremble like they’re about to give out on me.
I’ve got to buckle down and call my family. My mom is going to be especially pissed. I just saw them at Christmas and didn’t mention the baby. She’s going to rake my ass over the coals like only a mother can do. But she’ll also have a brand-new granddaughter to focus on.
The ultrasound tech moves the wand to a different part of Quincy’s stomach, and we get a view of one of the baby’s feet.
Holy shit.
She has five toes.
The room shakes.
No, that’s just my legs.
My world is being rocked here.
If I had any sense, I’d take my big ass over to one of the seats, but I want to stick as close to the screen as possible despite the room being small.
I’m so distracted that I barely notice Trigg popping up behind me.
“I’m only offering support because I think it would be traumatizing for Quincy if you passed out,” he murmurs close to my ear. He plants a hand on my hip and leans around me to keep sight of the screen.
I roll my eyes.
He’s so much like Easton.
Would it kill him to show that he cares outside of how it would impact Quincy?
Probably.
“That is crazy,” Hartley says, leaning even farther forward in his chair. His forearms rest on his thighs, and he’s got his hands clasped together. At least he’s not afraid to show a little emotion based on his glassy eyes. “We should have done this months ago.”
My lips push together as my face morphs into a frown.
I would have missed that too, but at least I could have seen pictures of the baby along the way.
Whatever.
I’m here now, and that’s all I’m going to let myself focus on.
Once we reach Shadow Security, Trigg and Hartley break off to head to Hart’s brother’s house. They take the backup teams with them, but I know Quincy is antsy, and she will be until they make it back to the office safely.
