Page 134 of Sin Bin Daddies
I can’t even speak. My chest is tight. My hands are numb. The idea of her hurting… of something being wrong with the babies…
No. I won’t let it spiral.
Finally, Ellis comes out. “She’s stable. It was heat stroke. She’s been pushing herself and probably didn’t hydrate enough. But the babies are fine. Everything looks good.”
Relief slams through me so hard I stagger.
Asher swears. Ford drops into a chair. I sink into the wall.
“She’ll need rest. And fluids. And maybe someone to make sure she doesn’t try entertaining an arena next time.” Ellis lifts an eyebrow at us.
“We’re trying,” I say quietly. “We’re doing everything we can.”
He claps my shoulder and nods. “Then keep doing it.”
The guys head into her room one at a time while I hang back and check my phone. It’s buzzing nonstop—my worst fear confirmed.
The camera caught all of it. My sprint through the arena. Ford’s hands cradling her face. Asher yelling her name like a man possessed.
There are already clips online. Photos. Speculation.
And then the call comes.
Henry.
I stare at his name for a second before I answer.
“She okay?” His voice is full of concern.
“Yeah. Heat stroke. She fainted.”
A long pause. Then he exhales.
“I’ll fly in tonight. She shouldn’t be alone. Not like that.”
I blink. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want to talk about it…”
“Henry…”
“Stop it. I’m still processing,” he admits. “But Maddie’s my sister. She comes first.”
I thank him. And when I hang up, I sit down in the chair outside her room and let the truth settle in my bones.
This secret? It’s not worth her safety. Not worth our silence.
Because if anything happened to her or the babies and I had stayed silent for my career, I wouldn’t survive that kind of regret.
She’s more than worth the fallout.
She’s everything.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Asher
She stirsin the hospital bed, lashes fluttering, a crease tugging at her mouth. Her eyes are bleary at first, then they land on me, then Ford, then Leo.
