Page 83 of Fate's Dice

It’s gonna be a cute one though. A cute little demon spawn.

“Okay, let’s find out,” I say on an exhale.

Letty bounces on the bed and claps excitedly as I march into the bathroom with my shoulders back and head held high.

I find three boxes of pregnancy tests from different companies, so I open them all and hold them together. Might as well do them all at once.

I put the little tops back on them and leave them sitting on the boxes before washing my hands and opening the door.

Letty is on the phone when I walk back out, “Okay, I’ll tell her. Everyone is fine though? My brother is good?”

She curls and uncurls a string from her ripped jeans around her finger as she listens to whoever she’s on the phone with. I sit next to her and wait for her to end the call.

“Okay good. I’ll make sure Doc has everything set up.”

Omigod, someone is hurt.

Please, don’t be Leo. Please, don’t be Leo.

I repeat this over and over in my head as I watch Letty’s downcast eyes. It feels like hours pass before she hangs up.

“Who’s hurt? Is it Leo?”

Letty shakes her head, “That was Brian. Miguel died taking a bullet for Leo. Stupid man, my brother was wearing protective gear, he didn’t need to jump in front of a gun. Brian is taking Isa to be checked by Doc.”

I sigh in relief and instantly feel guilty. I know that what Miguel did was wrong and treacherous, but can you really blame him? It was his daughter’s life or someone who meant nothing to him.

It’s easy to say, I would never betray my friends, but when you’re in the moment and it’s your baby on the line, common sense and rationality flee in favor of panic and fear.

It’s not right, but I get it.

“Doc, the guys need you tonight and they need the cleanup crew at Burnside… Yeah… Okay, thanks, you too.”

Once she hangs up, we lay back against the headboard and just breathe. I hadn’t realized just how worried I was about Leo until we found out he’s okay. Even the guys had me worried.

They all have their own dark pasts, issues they cover up with dominance, charm and brooding exteriors, but underneath all that, there’s scars and wounds. I hope I can be the balm for Leo.

I rub a hand over my flat tummy, I bet this baby will be balm for him on the daily.

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