“Okay, okay.” He raises his hands in surrender. “Let’s go. You should call her mother.”
“I will after I see her.”
He leads me to Raven’s door, gently knocking before entering. My baby doll is hooked up to all kinds of machines, two doctors and a nurse hovering over her. Her blue eyes meet mine, and instead of the warmth of love I always see, there’s ice-cold hatred.
“What the fuck is he doing here?”
The doctors turn in my direction, one of them heading my way.
“Sir—”
“I’m her husband.”
He nods in understanding, smiling and shaking my hand. “Don’t worry. I see this all the time. She’ll go back to not hating you pretty soon.”
Yeah, except this is no ordinary pregnant-woman rant.
“How is she? The babies?”
“Her water broke. Jon tells me she had a bit of a shock and that’s why her blood pressure is so high.”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
“The babies seem fine for now. We won’t know more until they’re born and we can run some tests. The best way to treat the mother is to get those babies out of her.”
“Shit. Thanks, Doc.”
“No problem. We’ll be back in a bit to check on her.”
The doctors and nurse leave, and E touches my shoulder in encouragement before following them. I walk to the bed, eyes scanning Raven from head to toe.
“Just go, Gage. I don’t want you here.”
“Too bad. I’m not going anywhere.”
One of her machines beeps faster as I take her hand. I raise it to my lips, planting a gentle kiss on the backs of her fingers.
“Babe, please. I swear that’s not my kid.”
“Then why would she do this?”
“I don’t have a fucking clue. It’s not like I can’t easily prove she’s lying.”
“He looks so much like you.” Tears swim in her eyes, lips trembling.
“Maybe, but I never touched Britney. We’ve been through this already. Since I met you, the only Hound I was with was Super Head, and you know about that. All she did was suck my dick that night after the barbecue.”
Her brows draw together in scrutiny. Shit. I pull up a chair and sit next to her bed.
“But there’s more, isn’t there?”
“It’s not cheating if we weren’t together.”
“Oh God….”
“Babe, please. Can we do this some other time?”
“No. Tell me.”