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“How’s she doing?”
Amelia Grace squeezes my shoulder, then sits in the chair sitting on the other side of the hospital bed, closest to the door. I lean back in my chair, never letting go of her hand.
“About the same which isn’t a bad thing. They say she’s out of the woods, they just don’t know why she hasn’t woken up.”
“She’s being a stubborn ass,” Amelia says, chuckling. “She wants to make us sweat a little before she comes back to us.”
I laugh. With the short amount of time I’ve known her, that sounds exactly like something she’d do.
“You love her, don’t you?”
The question comes as a surprise. I haven’t voiced my feelings about Alana to anyone. I think I’m scared people will question if it’s real since we just met. But after what happened to her, it’s real. I love her.
Amelia chuckles. “You don’t have to tell me but,” she leans forward, “if you hurt my friend, I will cut your nuts off and shove them down your throat.”
“Hey…no cutting any balls off.”
I’m up out of my chair before I even know I move. Amelia Grace is up and beside her too.
I swipe her hair away from her forehead. “Here, drink.”
I place the straw to her lips from the cup of water sitting on the table beside the bed until she waves me away.
“Thank you.”
“Goddamn it, you scared the shit out of me,” Amelia Grace says, tears pooling in her eyes. “Don’t you ever do something like that again.”
Tears gather in Alana’s eyes too. “I missed you too.”
“How do you feel?” I ask, returning the cup to the table.
Her watery gaze lands on me. She squeezes my hand. “Like I’ve been shot.”
“I’m going to get the doctor,” Amelia Grace says before she rushes out of the room.
“You scared me too,” I admit.
Sadness clouds her eyes.
“Am I going to be okay?”
“You both are.”
I don’t know how to tell her that she and I are going to be parents. She just woke up, but I want to be the one to tell her she’s pregnant.
Her brows dip in confusion. I lay my hand on her stomach. She looks down at its placement, then looks back at me. Then after a few moments, her eyes widen.
“I’m pregnant?”
I nod.
Fear enters her eyes. “The baby’s fine,” I say reassuring her.
She releases a breath. “I didn’t know. How far along?”
I know why she asks. But there’s no way this child is Matteo’s.
“It’s mine.”
