Born Into Destiny: A Forsaken Sinners MC Series Novella by Shelly Morgan Page B

break into a run to get to my girl and son.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 18
     
     
    You Are Not His Mother
     
    Dani
     
    “What are you doing?” I ask, making myself visible to the nurse. I have no idea if I heard her correctly, but the vibe I’m getting now isn’t good. And I don’t like the way she’s holding my son and looking at him like he’s her own. Yeah, I definitely heard her right. This bitch is fucking crazy. And a fucking dead woman for coming into my house and trying to take my son away from me. He’s mine.
    She jumps at the sound of my voice, but turns around to face me, still holding EJ. At first she looks like she’s going to try to cover up what I’m pretty sure she said, but then a look of hatred overtakes her face and it’s game over. “You fucking heard me, bitch. He’s mine and I’m not going to let you have him.”
    I step forward, not really sure what I’m going to do because she’s still holding EJ, I just know I need to get closer to her. I need her to put him down so I can get rid of her—any way I can.
    “Okay, look. Why don’t you put him down? He’s sleeping anyway, and we can talk about this.” I try to reason with her, at least until EJ is out of the way and safe, but she’s not having any of that.
    “You think I’m fucking stupid? As soon as I put him down, you’ll come at me, and I can’t have that. My son needs me.” This girl is delusional. How did she ever get a job at the hospital in the first place? Then I start to wonder if this is the first time she’s done this. Oh my God, this is bad. Where the hell is Zane? He should be here by now.
    I take another small step forward and hold up my hands in a show of surrender. “I’m not going to do anything, I promise. Let’s just talk about this. Maybe we can come up with a solution that’s best for everyone, including EJ.” Something I said must have been wrong because she turns irate and starts screaming.
    “Don’t fucking call him that! His name is Timothy, not EJ!” Her yelling wakes EJ up and he starts crying. I don’t know what to do! If I try to move closer, there’s no telling what she might do. But I can’t just sit here while she has my son and he’s scared and in danger of being hurt.
    “Okay, okay. I understand. Please, just stop yelling. You’re scaring him.” That makes her stop and look down at him. Then she starts to rock him in her arms.
    “Oh, Mommy’s sorry, Timothy. I didn’t mean to yell. Don’t cry.”
    EJ settles down a little bit, but he’s still upset. Knowing I need to do something fast, I try another route, though she’s wary of me so it probably won’t work. But I need to try.
    “Here,” I say, reaching down slowly and grabbing the sling Sara brought over when we came home. “He likes it when you rock him in this.” She looks at me hesitantly, then down to the sling. She gets this dreamy look on her face, then she looks at me and smiles.
    “Thank you. That’s very kind of you,” she says, and it’s like the last few minutes never happened.
    Being cautious and trying to seem like I’m not a threat, I hold the sling out for her to take. I’m hoping she’ll lay him down to try and put him in it and then I can make my move, but once she has the sling in her hands, she looks at me in confusion.
    “I’m sorry, how much do I owe you again for babysitting?” she asks. What the fuck? This woman is definitely messed up in the head, but this could be the only way to ensure she doesn’t freak out again, so I decide to play along. I’ll do anything it takes to make sure she doesn’t get out of here with my son. I just need to distract her, keep her calm. Then hopefully she’ll put him down so I can get to her without hurting him.
    “Oh, it was nothing really, so no charge.” God this feels so fucking wrong, playing along with her like she’s his mother and I’m just a fucking babysitter.
    “You don’t need to do that! Let me give you some money.