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“I heard you got shot, dumbass,” Ronan says, and Wesley laughs.
“I’m only laughing because I’m loaded up with drugs right now. As soon as they wear off, I’m fucked.”
Ronan nods at that as he sits up more. “Are you heading to bed?”
“Yeah, just wanted to say I’m sorry for worrying you,” he says to me before his eyes come to Ronan. “Both of you.”
I smile as Ronan slips out of the bed and stands beside Wesley.
“Come on—I’ll help you get settled.”
Wesley smiles at him again, then shoots me a quick wink before Ronan slips a hand into his and guides him quietly out of the room. I watch them go with a content sigh before settling back into the pillows, but I’m only alone for moments before Vincent appears.
“Siren,” he says.
“I missed you.”
He nods as he peels off his leather jacket and begins kicking off his boots and jeans.
“I missed you so fucking much,” he says as he climbs into bed with me, wrapping his arms and legs around me simultaneously.
The familiar scent of him fills my senses, and a calming sensation falls over me.
“I’m mad at you, though,” I murmur into his chest.
It’s like I can feel him frown or, more likely, can just imagine it as he speaks.
“What for?”
Pulling back far enough to look at him in the darkened room, I shake my head. “You took Wesley’s phone? So you knew I was calling and texting, worried sick. You couldn’t have answered? Shot me a text.”
His lips remain mashed together for several moments before he speaks. “I didn’t want to give you the wrong information.”
I frown, unsure what he means.
“He lost a lot of blood. He had to be carried to and from the plane. The doctor we brought with us only had so much in stock to give him. We thought he was decently fine at first, but… it got a little touch and go.”
Fear twists inside me. That’s not how anyone else made it sound at all. Maybe that’s why Vincent didn’t answer, though. He can’t lie to me—he refuses. He’d rather go off the grid for a week after he’s selected my birthday present, fearful I’ll get it out of him because he’sthatloyal.
“You could have told mesomething,” I argue.
He gives me a dubious look as his hand softly runs up and down my spine. “Do you honestly believe you would have been content with an ‘I’ve got him. Talk soon’ text?”
“Well, no?—”
“Exactly. I did what was best for you, siren. You and our baby.”
I want to argue, but Vincent decides that our conversation is over and presses his lips to mine. He holds me like that for several seconds, like he craves my touch more than the actual kiss before his tongue slips out, tangling with my own. We sit there for countless minutes, maybe even hours, holding each other, kissing and touching. I try no less than three times to climb on top of him, but each time he gently places me back down onto the bed and resumes kissing me.
I’ll settle for now, but I better get no less than three orgasms when I wake up. You know, for pain and suffering and whatnot.
Chapter Twenty Four
Dominic
Iknow my wife is pregnant. I’ve known for a few weeks now. What I’m surprised by is that Zayden hasn’t figured it out. Her period is his favorite time of the month, and according to the tracker on my phone, it should have started almost three weeks ago. I don’t know how he hasn’t put two and two together yet. Then again, we have been literally running for our lives and killing anyone we can get our hands on just to keep our family safe.
I understand why Blake hasn’t told us yet. If she tells us, then it’s real, and I’m not sure she’s ready for it to be real. She needs time, she needs to think, and if she decides she doesn’t want to go through with it… it’ll be really fucking hard to rein in Zayden, but I’ll do it, for her. I want a big family and many more babies to come, of course, but I want my wife more. I want her happy; I want her healthy. I want her to be okay, and after she had the boys, she was not okay.
