Page 55 of Shattered Union

I pull her into my arms and as soon as I wrap my arms around her; she sinks against me and cries. “I’m done, I swear to you, baby. She’s done.”

“She’s been following me,” she whispers.

“What?” That cunt. I swear I’m going to fucking gut her.

“She knew about something she shouldn’t. No one else knew. She had to have been following me,” she confesses quietly.

“What did she find out?” I ask, holding my breath. If she’s found someone else, I’m going on a fucking rampage.

“She found out I’m pregnant.”

My world stops. The ground beneath me shakes. Or is it me? My legs are wobbly. Fuck.

“She tried to kill you because you’re pregnant with my baby?” I say hoarsely.

She sobs against my chest. Her tears soaking through my shirt. “‘You had to get pregnant, didn’t you?’ That’s what she said, then she told me I’d pay for it,” she cries even harder, her words barely audible, but I heard them.

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” My voice is gravelly, harsh, and filled with anger. None of it directed at her. “Are you okay? The baby?”

Fuck. I’m going to be a da again.

She nods. “Yeah, we’re okay.”

Relief washes through me. Thank God. I’m not sure how I’d have coped knowing Zoe did more damage than what I can see.

“I’m scared,” she confesses quietly. “I’m so scared she’s going to come for us again.”

I pull back from her and take her hands into my face. “I promise you,mo ghrá, never again. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

Her beautiful grey eyes filled with tears and fear cut me deep. “Promise?” she whispers, her body trembling beneath my touch.

“I swear to you, baby, no one will hurt you again.” I’ll fucking kill them before they even get a chance.

I wrap my arms around her once again, content to finally have her back where she’s meant to be.

“So, we’re having a baby?” I ask, unable to keep the smile off my face.

She glances up at me, a shy smirk on her face. “Yeah,” she whispers, and right there is the secretive smile she had.

Now I know why she had it the night of Chloe’s dance. She was pregnant. Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.

“So, you met my family. Did you notice my mam’s a twin?” she says, looking up at me.

“Yeah, hard to miss, baby. Your ma and aunt look identical.”

She nods. “And, Mav and I are twins.”

I raise a brow. Why is she talking about this?

“It runs in the family,” she whispers as she takes a step back. Her hands sliding down her dress and resting on her stomach. “I found out that night that we’re having twins.”

Fuck me.

“Baby—”

I’m speechless. Fucking speechless.

“I want you, Denis, that’s never going to change. But I’m not putting my children through the heartache. Of always wondering if the psycho bitch is going to try to hurt them. So, I’m walking away.”

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