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Oh God. Please no.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” His arms tightened around me protectively. “You’re gonna be okay. Just hold on to me. I’ve got ya.” Possessiveness flashed across his face, and his jaw set determinedly.
If I’d been in my right mind, I would have heard the fear in his voice and felt the way he clutched me as if he was trying to physically hold me together. I would’ve tried to soothe away the worry in the lines of his forehead and press my hand against his racing heart, which was beating so hard that I could feel the thumping against my skin.
But at that moment, I didn’t have it in me to notice. Nothing mattered, not Hendrix, the past, the hurt, or the heartache. I didn’t give the first fuck about any of it.
Right then, the only thing that mattered was my baby.
CHAPTER TWELVE
HENDRIX
Anna clung to me like she was hanging on for dear life. I could sense her fear, and fuck me, if a feeling of panic didn’t grip my chest. The walk that usually took just minutes seemed to take hours, and through it, I tried to push down the overwhelming feeling of helplessness that threatened to overwhelm me.
Seeing the baby on the screen that morning had affected me on a base level, and I knew without a doubt I was gonna do everything in my power to keep him safe. The core of me knew I held everything that mattered in my arms, and I’d do anything to protect them.
I conveyed all the reassurance to Anna I could, though it was probably an attempt to calm my own ass down as much as hers. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re gonna be okay. Just hold on to me. I’ve got ya.”
Her face was ashen, the tiny laughter lines around her eyes creasing with distress as she stared up at me, her expression raw. “What if I’m losing?—”
Wildfire burned through my chest. “No! Don’t say it. Don’t even fuckin’ think it.”
A look of pure dread flashed across her face, then she straightened out her features and nodded. “You’re right.”
The footpath became less dense, allowing me to speed up slightly. “It’s gonna be fine, Anna. We’ve got two doctors on hand. You’ll be okay.”
“Yeah,” she breathed, her hand loosening from my nape to slide across her rounded belly. “But hurry, Jamie. Please.”
I turned a corner and breathed a sigh of relief as the hotel finally came into view. Diablo, Trick, and Fletcher stood outside talking to another brother, K9, who was surrounded by four yapping puppies.
“Boys,” I bellowed at the top of my lungs.
Their stares snapped toward me.
“Get Bones and Freya,” I ordered through clenched teeth. “There’s something wrong with Anna.”
Curses filled the air, and the boys leaped into action.
Trick and K9 ran into the hotel while Diablo caught hold of the door to hold it open for me.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded as I swept past him into reception, his forehead wrinkling with concern.
“She’s getting cramps,” I cut out. “Started a few minutes ago.”
Anna let out a whimper, and I held her closer, trying to transfer my warmth to her. “I need to get her to the med wing.”
He ran ahead of me to the set of doors leading off reception that took us down to our trauma room. “All set,” he muttered, throwing them open for me to hurry through, craning his neck as the sound of pounding boots filled the air.
“Prez,” Bones called, hurrying to catch up. “What’s happened?”
“Her stomach’s cramping. Said she felt off then it started getting worse. The pain seemed to come on quickly after that.”
“Take her back into the room we were in earlier,” he ordered. “The ultrasound machine’s still set up, and we need to take another look.”
“Where’s Freya?” Anna called over my shoulder, her voice small.
“She took off somewhere with Tristan,” he replied kindly. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve sent Trick to find them.”
