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“Great. I’ll let the nurses know,” Dr. Wells announces.
“Wait. We don’t have a middle name!” I shout after him.
“We don’t need one,” Winston says. “I don’t have a middle name. It’s only Winston Warrick the II. But we don’t have to keep it exactly like my family, Love Dove. Whatever you want.”
He kisses me again. A quick peck. It’s a kiss that feels like a habit, as if he’s kissed me a thousand times. He feels so good, so natural, I feel like I’ve known him my entire life.
“No, I want to leave it exactly as it is. I want you to have your own family line, Winston. I think that’s important.”
“I knew you were meant for me,” he says, so low only I can hear him, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.
My heart stammers beneath my sternum, a wild untamed beat that only Winston seems to cause.
“The nurse will be in with more pain medication, but it’s safe to breastfeed if that’s something you’re wanting to do. I’ll come by in a few.” Dr. Wells leaves us alone, the door shutting with a soft click.
It hits me out of nowhere who Winston is. Winston Warrick. Chief of surgery at Warrick General Hospital. He’s heir to the Warrick Group fortune. I knew he was well-off financially because he was a doctor, but I don’t know how I didn’t realize who he was earlier.
“You’re Winston Warrick.”
Winston lifts a brow at me. “I am. You’re just now realizing that?” he teases, leaning over the bassinet to check in on baby Winston.
I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that Winston Warrick is the father of my child, and yet the only thing that slips out of my mouth is, “My boss hates you.”
11
WINSTON
“Your boss?”I can’t help but laugh.
I’m finding Dove to be so amusing in this moment. She’s so shocked to find out who I am, and the only thing she has to say is that her boss hates me? A lot of men hate me. It doesn’t bother me. There’s so much fragile masculinity wrapped in fortune and success.
But it takes much more than money and success to be a good man. I know that if I didn’t have wealth, I’d be a decent person. Anyone who’s threatened by someone else’s achievements, that says more about them then it does me.
“Who’s your boss, Dove?”
“Landon Vainton. Owner of?—”
“The Vain Corporation?” I sneer, hating that she’s working for such an awful human being. “Please tell me that’s not your boss.” I grind my teeth together, knowing that she won’t be working for him for another fucking minute.
“Oh, yeah. That’s the one.” She sighs. “I bet if I check my phone, I have a hundred missed calls, messages, and threats waiting for me.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm down.
“This pregnancy would have been a lot easier if it weren’t for him.”
“Did he hurt you? What the hell did that bastard do to you, Dove? I’ll have his entire fucking job. I can’t believe, out of everyone in the world to work for, you work for him. What did he do to you?”
She cocks her head at me, a quizzical expression pinching her features together. “What did he do to you to make you hate him so much?”
“This is such a small world.” I blow out a breath, unable to sit on the bed. I need to walk. I’m feeling too restless to stay in one place. “I need to know what he did to you. I’m going to come after everything he loves. Everything he puts time and energy into, I will own. He will be nothing but the fucking husk he was always meant to be.”
“Woah, hey. It’s okay, Winston. Lower your voice. You’ll wake him up,” she whispers. “Can you pick him up and hand him to me? I want to hold him.”
“Of course, Love Dove. Anything you want.” As if picking up my son is a hardship. I’m obsessed with him. I’ll never abandon him like my birth parents did to me.
That type of abandonment stays with a person, even if it was for the best. I know my birth parents did what they thought was best for me. I agree with them completely. I have the best parentsand brothers any man could ask for. Even growing up when I felt different than the rest of my family because at the end of the day, I was an outsider they brought into their home,
To this day, even though I’m a grown man and they have proven their love for me, there are times when I still feel like an outsider, and I’m not sure if that feeling will ever go away.
