Page 44 of Spike's Perdition
Dr. Wilde takes my hand. “With any surgery, there are dangers, but this is his best chance. This is treatable.”
I can’t freak out. I need to be strong for him.
Wait… what?
“I’m having a boy?”
Dr. Wilde grins for the first time since she entered the room. “Yes, you are. Congratulations!”
I rub my stomach as tears slip down my cheeks. “A little boy.”
“A little boy,” she confirms. “Everything else looks great. Next time you come in, we’ll test you for gestational diabetes.”
I stand and shake her hand. “You’re sure he’ll be okay?” I ask one last time.
“I promise we will take good care of both of you,” Dr. Wilde responds. “There’s no reason I can see that this won’t be a normal pregnancy.”
She never promised Peanut would be okay, only that she’d take care of both of us. I shudder at the thought of somethingpossibly going wrong with the surgery and Spike never knowing he has a son.
Spike has a right to know he has a son and needs a life-saving operation when he’s born. I can’t be selfish anymore.
Mind made up, I check out and move to stand in front of Aubrey’s computer. “Can you take a quick break? I need to talk to you.”
She startles at my request but agrees to meet me outside.
“What do you want?” Aubrey huffs when she joins me in the parking lot.
I tell her everything that Dr. Wilde told me. “I don’t want to come between you and Spike,” I tack on. “But he has a right to know that he’s going to have a son who will need a major operation when he’s born and how serious the situation is.”
“You fucking liar,” Aubrey sneers. “This is a ploy to get my man.”
“I swear,” I plead, holding up my hands. “Ido notwant Spike. I just feel he deserves to know.”
“Let me explain something to you, homewrecker.” Aubrey steps toward me, causing me to shuffle back. “Our men don’t fuck around when it comes to theirrealfamily. They’ll kill you before they let you ruin Spike’s reputation with your lies.”
“I’m not lying,” I cry. “Dr. Wilde can confirm everything I said.”
“Maybe, maybe not.” Her eyes drop to my stomach. “Right now, though, there’s no proof that that baby’s even Spike’s.”
I rear back as if I’ve been slapped. “Spike’s the only man I’ve been with in almost a year.”
“The club will never believe that,” she taunts. “It’ll be your word against an old lady. Who do ya think they’ll believe… a stupid little slut who had a one-night stand or me?” My shoulders slump in defeat. “If you don’t want to end up dead before you give birth, I suggest you keep your fucking mouthshut. The next time you even think about talking to Spike, remember this. I have pull with the club, you don’t. One of us will be on the losing end of a bullet, and honey, it sure as hell won’t be me.”
I use my purse to shield my stomach. “Sorry, forget I said anything.”
“We’ll pretend this conversation never happened.” She smirks. “I don’t know you, and you sure as fuck don’t know Spike.”
“Right.” I spin on my heel and run toward my car as her laughter follows me.
I was right, Saints Purgatory is bad news. Very bad news if they’re willing to kill a pregnant woman carrying a member’s baby.
Once I’m behind the wheel, I let the tears flow. I sit for a while before I start the engine.
At least I have Megan and Eric. They’re all we need.
CHAPTER 18
SPIKE
