Page 133 of Bad Bishop
In Vegas, where danger awaited my husband, my protector, my…well,love.
I was in love with him.
In love with his words and his thoughts and his warped sense of humor. With his violence and darkness that he wore like an impenetrable armor. An armor only I got to peek under.
I was in love with his veiny hands, broad back, neck kisses, Latin tattoos, hugs from behind, and that one green eye with the golden flecks that missed nothing and rarely blinked.
And I’d never been closer to losing him.
To the Bratva.
To our secret.
To this baby in my womb.
My lack of hearing didn’t make me incomplete—I was still a whole, round, three-dimensional human. With talents and weaknesses and likes and dislikes.
But the possibility of losing Tiernan? That would finish me.
“Well, Mrs. Callaghan, I am pleased to inform you that you’re an excellent candidate for a cochlear implant,” the doctor concluded, gathering papers on his desk. “You have sensorineural hearing loss and an excellent grasp of speech understanding. Your MRI also suggests your ear anatomy is compatible with cochlear implantation.”
“Does this mean she’ll be able to hear?” Tiernan spun his pinky ring.
“There is no guarantee to anything in this life, but all the signs are extremely positive,” the doctor reiterated.
“Just like that?” I asked verbally.
Dr. Castile offered a kind smile. “Just like that, I suppose.”
All this time I could’ve had a hearing aid and my mother didn’t even present me with the option. Shockingly, I was too exhausted to muster fresh rage. What more could be said about a woman who cut ties with her daughter the minute I decided to show the world who I truly was?
“Of course, this will have to wait until after the arrival of your baby,” the doctor said.
“Of course.” Tiernan’s mouth twisted in a crooked, dark grin devoid of joy. “The baby comes first.”
Nothing had changed. He still didn’t want this baby.
I had no guarantee his disdain for him wouldn’t outweigh his fondness of me once the baby was born.
I was going to get what I thought I wanted.
To hear music. Bask in laughter. Bathe in all the sounds I always wondered about. Birds singing. Church bells ringing. Waves crashing on the shore.
But I might lose the one thing I didn’t even know I needed.
Still, I was going to tell him about the letter. After Vegas. When his mind was clear.
Even if it meant losing him, I couldn’t lie to him. He deserved more.
When we exited the clinic, my husband put his hand on the small of my back. He opened the door for me.
“I thought you’d be happy.” He wore an odd expression. “This is your dream, Lila. To dance to music.”
My dream had changed. The current one was to live happily ever after with my husband and son.
Bonus points if they tolerated each other.
“When are you leaving?” I changed the subject.
