Page 33 of The Beast's Baby
Would he have noticed her?
The way she tried and loved to fail epically at karaoke, she had a feeling that he would have.
But they weren’t falling in fucking love; this wasn’t that type of story.
Then he ended the kiss to pull back and look into her eyes. His dark, green eyes met hers, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe for fear of him being taken away from her. It was like a bolt out of the blue, literally, how much she cared about him. How much she wanted the chance to get to know him better.
She’d noticed the way he tucked his pen in his breast pocket. Always the same type of pen, always the exact same position in his pocket. The gentleness he used whenever he had to take her blood, the way she couldn’t even feel the needle. How he hadn’t said a word to her for over a month because, deep down, he had felt ashamed at how she was being treated. She had no doubt in her mind that was why he hadn’t said anything sooner—whether allowed to or not. Because he’d wanted to say something sooner. She’d seen it on him. It was why she’d wanted to claw at that mask. To make him reveal everything that lay underneath.
Oh, fuck, this was insane.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.
They weren’t being filmed, they weren’t being watched, but once they were done, they would get pulled apart and brought to separate examination rooms. The warmth of this moment exchanged for the harshness of that one.
She wanted to cry.
But she didn’t. Burying her face against his shoulder as she clung to him, instead. He was breathing heavily, nearly panting as he thrust into her. He was close, clutching at her, arms around her. One hand by her shoulder blade, the other by her waist.
“You feel… so good,” he murmured in her ear.
She bucked against him, the pleasure streaming through her in torrents.
He made her feel so good.
“What are we going to do?” she whispered in his ear.
“We’ll figure it out,” he whispered back.
And then he kissed her. And she believed him.
Chapter 10 - Jay
He sat on the gurney, leg bouncing, wringing his hands slowly as he waited for the doctor to come see him. Jay knew this was only for show. A power play. They weren’t going to leave him in a warm bed while Isobel was getting examined in the other room, even though there was no need to examine him.
He wished he could’ve gone in there with her. It was unbelievable how much he wished they would’ve let him stay by her side. There was a gnawing, terribly uncomfortable need in the middle of his chest to know that she was alright. And he knew that she couldn’t be alright, considering what was being done to her. And that made him want to flip the gurney over. It made him want to kick down doors and scream his protest and maybe begin to make up for how blinded he had been.
But it would do neither of them any good.
And so, he sat.
Leg bouncing, hands wringing.
And he waited.
The doctor finally arrived, wearing a smile, telling him he could head back to his rooms. It sounded so nice put like that. Jay slipped off the gurney, a guard waiting for him in the corridor to escort him back.
Would she be there?
Jay almost hurried his step to get there quicker but had a feeling the guard would have something to say about it and so he tempered his eagerness. Once they reached the glass wall of the living room and he could see her in there, however, he was practically jumping from foot to foot waiting for the guard to get the door open.
She had noticed him, their eyes connecting when he was finally able to slip inside.
He wasn’t sure whether she wanted his arms around her, but he didn’t care. He pulled her into a hard hug, and she melted against him.
She didn’t cry, but she held onto him tightly.
“I’m pregnant,” she said.
