my waist squeezing me.
"Fine, but I can't be held responsible for my actions if anyone tries to put a hand on you," Rex says as he leans up against the elevator door crossing his arms in true brooding Rex fashion.
Walking with a purpose into the hospital and up to Ian's floor is surreal. I'm nervously anxious, my heart is racing, and palms are sweaty. As if the little one could sense something, it was doing somersaults in my belly.
"We're going to see daddy." I whisper softly rubbing my hands over my baby bump. As the elevator doors open I freeze. I can't move. I don't know why, but what if it isn't true? What if he isn't awake? What if the PI is wrong? I didn't care about the restraining order or Troy or Chelsea.
The past couple of days I have been a nervous wreck. The three month deadline Troy had put on Ian's life was here. What if he isn't awake and the buzz is they are preparing to take him off life support?
"Baby girl," Rex says softly next to me as they wait for me to move. I step out of the elevator and am greeted with a crying Chelsea sitting in a chair outside Ian's room. She is sobbing and talking on the phone.
"Amy, he kicked me out." She said into the phone, her head down with her hair falling over her face so she didn't know we were there. "I don't know why, but Troy is really mad." She sniffed into the phone. "Ian just keeps saying her name over and over."
I feel like I am going faint. Rex and Miry flank me holding me steady as I walk toward the room. Chelsea looks up finally noticing us. She stands up and races to Ian's door.
"You can't be here, I'll call the cops!" She rambles shaking her head as her little fantasy falls apart around her. The heat raises up through my body, and I feel my face burn red. Without even thinking, I swing. My fist lands straight even with her nose. Instantly, bright red blood gushes from her face. She grabs her face, the blood oozing through her fingers. She is screaming obscenities in pain as she holds her nose.
"Get the fuck out of my way, bitch!" I yell. The look on her face is fucking priceless as she hunches away, crying in defeat.
The first thing I see when I open the door is Ian sitting, his legs over the side of the bed. His back is to me, but almost like he knew I was there he turns. There they are, those deep blues I have so longed to see. The same eyes I have seen in my dreams every night.
"Aubrey," Ian whispers as he tries to get off the bed. I rush to him not wanting him to try and fall. Standing in front of him, I stare at his handsome face as he studies mine.
I reach up to touch his face, but he grabs my hand. It shocks me at first, not knowing why he would stop me from touching him. He looks down at my belly, his face softening when he sees my baby bump.
"I don't know if it is true or not, but I want you to know I don't care," he says, his voice deep and scratchy, still as sexy as I remember.
"If what is true?" I ask very confused, but he doesn't say anything. He turns my hand over and kisses my palm before he places it on his face. His facial hair was long, almost a beard. I had shaved him every morning before the restraining order. I'm actually happy to see that it is long, because that means that Chelsea wasn't doing this. Something about it seems so intimate, that the thought of her taking care of him that way sent waves of jealousy through me.
His other hand reaches out. Grabbing my shirt, he pulls me to him. Settling me between his legs, he rests his
"Fine, but I can't be held responsible for my actions if anyone tries to put a hand on you," Rex says as he leans up against the elevator door crossing his arms in true brooding Rex fashion.
Walking with a purpose into the hospital and up to Ian's floor is surreal. I'm nervously anxious, my heart is racing, and palms are sweaty. As if the little one could sense something, it was doing somersaults in my belly.
"We're going to see daddy." I whisper softly rubbing my hands over my baby bump. As the elevator doors open I freeze. I can't move. I don't know why, but what if it isn't true? What if he isn't awake? What if the PI is wrong? I didn't care about the restraining order or Troy or Chelsea.
The past couple of days I have been a nervous wreck. The three month deadline Troy had put on Ian's life was here. What if he isn't awake and the buzz is they are preparing to take him off life support?
"Baby girl," Rex says softly next to me as they wait for me to move. I step out of the elevator and am greeted with a crying Chelsea sitting in a chair outside Ian's room. She is sobbing and talking on the phone.
"Amy, he kicked me out." She said into the phone, her head down with her hair falling over her face so she didn't know we were there. "I don't know why, but Troy is really mad." She sniffed into the phone. "Ian just keeps saying her name over and over."
I feel like I am going faint. Rex and Miry flank me holding me steady as I walk toward the room. Chelsea looks up finally noticing us. She stands up and races to Ian's door.
"You can't be here, I'll call the cops!" She rambles shaking her head as her little fantasy falls apart around her. The heat raises up through my body, and I feel my face burn red. Without even thinking, I swing. My fist lands straight even with her nose. Instantly, bright red blood gushes from her face. She grabs her face, the blood oozing through her fingers. She is screaming obscenities in pain as she holds her nose.
"Get the fuck out of my way, bitch!" I yell. The look on her face is fucking priceless as she hunches away, crying in defeat.
The first thing I see when I open the door is Ian sitting, his legs over the side of the bed. His back is to me, but almost like he knew I was there he turns. There they are, those deep blues I have so longed to see. The same eyes I have seen in my dreams every night.
"Aubrey," Ian whispers as he tries to get off the bed. I rush to him not wanting him to try and fall. Standing in front of him, I stare at his handsome face as he studies mine.
I reach up to touch his face, but he grabs my hand. It shocks me at first, not knowing why he would stop me from touching him. He looks down at my belly, his face softening when he sees my baby bump.
"I don't know if it is true or not, but I want you to know I don't care," he says, his voice deep and scratchy, still as sexy as I remember.
"If what is true?" I ask very confused, but he doesn't say anything. He turns my hand over and kisses my palm before he places it on his face. His facial hair was long, almost a beard. I had shaved him every morning before the restraining order. I'm actually happy to see that it is long, because that means that Chelsea wasn't doing this. Something about it seems so intimate, that the thought of her taking care of him that way sent waves of jealousy through me.
His other hand reaches out. Grabbing my shirt, he pulls me to him. Settling me between his legs, he rests his
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