Page 53 of Mimic
“I know.” I nodded, fully agreeing with her. I set the coffee on the counter and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. “I’m sorry. I expected you to be in my bed when I got back. I’d planned on making you come over and over,” I whispered.
Her gasp was so soft, I wasn’t sure I’d heard it. But the way her hand squeezed mine told me everything I needed to know.
“Apology accepted.” She pulled her hand away and grabbed her coffee, taking it out to the main room and sitting at a table with Haizley and Aspen.
“Fucked up already, grasshopper?”
I turned and found Romeo sporting a huge grin. There was a reason he was called Romeo, and I knew if there was anyone who could answer my questions, it would be him.
But I wouldn’t fucking ask.
Instead of answering, I grunted and moved into the main room. I had to get to the hospital and see Sam. I stopped at the table where the women were sitting together and asked, “Indie, would you like to come with me to the hospital to see Sam?”
She looked up and glared at me. “No, thank you. I’ll wait until she comes home.” She turned back to Haizley, effectively shutting me down. I had my work cut out for me with Indie. She may have said she accepted my apology, but clearly, she’d lied.
By the time I’d made it to the hospital, I was angry. The more I thought about Indie and the way she’d said,“Apology accepted,”the more I realized I’d missed the fucking sass in her tone.
I stepped into Sam’s room and froze. There she sat, the woman I saw as a mother, on her bed, with a baby on either side of her and her tits completely uncovered with a baby attached to each one.
“What the fuck?” I quickly covered my eyes and turned around.
Sam laughed behind me and said, “It’s called breastfeeding, Mimic. If I were really your mother, you would have done this too.”
“No, don’t. Don’t even say shit like that. Jack will fucking kill me when he finds out I saw your tits.”
“Then don’t tell him.”
Just then, the door opened, and Jack strolled in with two coffees. He looked at Sam, and then his eyes locked on mine.
“Tell me you did not see my wife’s tits,” he growled.
I opened my mouth to speak, and nothing came out.
“He didn’t see anything, Jack, calm down.” Sam might think she saved my ass, but the way Jack was looking at me told me he saw the fear in my eyes.
“Turn around and you’re dead.”
I nodded. Nothing short of Tank picking me up and flipping me around could get me to look at what I just saw for a second time.
I wanted to suggest I could come back later, but there were no words in my fucking brain. My head had short-circuited the moment I saw Sam topless. The upside was, it felt exactly like I’d expected it to feel if I were to see my actual mother topless.
After a few minutes, Sam finally called out, “I’m done. It’s safe to turn around.”
I stood still until Jack grunted, “You can turn the fuck around now.”
Even still, I did so slowly, hoping Sam wasn’t playing a trick on me that would get me killed.
“Who do you want?”
“What?” I asked, not quite understanding the question.
“Rosie or Josie? You held Josie yesterday, so maybe Rosie today?” she suggested.
I hadn’t planned on holding either of them. They were too fucking small.
“Uh,” I stuttered, until Jack placed a baby in my arms. I quickly sat in the chair, praying I wouldn’t drop the tiny little girl.
“That’s Rosie.”
