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“Fill you with our baby gravy?” he calls out.
The door slams shut and it’s quiet for a moment before I give him a flat look.
“Baby gravy? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He shrugs. “Hey, you’re the one that loves me,” he says, then he places a quick kiss on my cheek and bounds out of the house once more.
That I do, for some unknown reason.
Chapter Twenty Three
Skyla
Ihit the call button, only to be sent to voicemail for the third time. Frowning, I look down at my phone to verify that I have service. Maybe it’s something with his phone? Maybe they’re in the air. That doesn’t make sense, though. They have Wi-Fi on the plane. He could at least shoot me a message.
Wesley promised me he would be home by lunchtime today, and with bedtime quickly approaching, my anxiety is rising. My hands go to my belly, nervously rubbing it as I attempt to calm myself down. Asher told me not to worry, that they’ll be here soon. When I pressed for more details like if they were okay, he shrugged it off.
Something is wrong. I can feel it in my gut.
“Hey, I just got off the phone with Zay. They just landed,” Blake says as she steps into the room.
“Is Wesley with them? Is he okay?” I ask, unable to mask the fear in my words.
I hear heavy footsteps echo through the hall and look to see Ronan step into the light, though he doesn’t look as anxious as I do.Blake gives me a sympathetic look that has my stomach flipping and my eyes widening.
“Oh my God,” I gasp.
“No! No, no, no,” she quickly says. “He’s okay; he’s fine. He was shot, and the doctor said that he needed surgery, but they couldn’t go to a hospital. They needed to come back to the States, so the doctor did the surgery in the air.”
“At that elevation? In a non-sterile environment? You’re fucking kidding me?” Ronan balks, shaking his head.
I look up at him with concern. “Did you know he was shot?”
He looks down at me and nods once. “Ash told me, but Vincent told him that he was fine. I didn’t know it was bad enough to require surgery. I…” He trails off, shaking his head as his arm comes to me, pulling me towards him like I’m a security blanket.
“Where is he now?” I ask Blake.
“They were moving him into the car. I guess the doctor recommended anesthesia, but since that wasn’t possible on the plane, they loaded him up with as many drugs as he could.”
I bury my head into Ronan’s chest, imagining the worst. His hand comes to the back of my head, rubbing it soothingly as he speaks to Blake.
“He’s gonna be okay, though?”
I turn my head to see her nod. “Yeah, it was two shots. One through his shoulder and one through his arm. They just went down and dirty. Dug in, scraped out the bullets and did what they could to clean up the tissue before sewing him up.”
Ronan’s body stiffens, but he continues rubbing my head. I think he’s the one who needs to be soothed right now, though.
Blake takes the moment to quietly slip away, and I pull my head back to look at Ronan. His features are hard and filled with emotion, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.
“Hey, Ronan. Look at me,” I practically beg.
Slowly, he does, the fear plain as day in his eyes now that he’s looking at me.
“He’s okay.”
“He’s okay,” he repeats.
“We’re not gonna lose him.”
