Page 207 of Beautifully Reckless
I nod, as I look up to meet his eyes.
“Yes. Her name is Bobbi Cameron Musgrove. Bobbi with an i.”
I wait a second, watching the man who fought for me from the moment he broke into my parents’ home.
His brows hitch high.
The hardness that normally frames his eyes melts away, and for a second, he doesn’t look like a biker or a soldier, or a savage.
He just looks like a boy, completely undone.
“You’re naming your little girl after my dead brother?” Tears fill his eyes, and he takes in a shaky breath, clearing his throat, struggling with his raw emotions. “You’re naming her after him… and me?”
A smile tugs at my lips as I nod again.
“I decided on the name a few weeks ago,” I whisper. “I knew it would suit a boy or girl.”
I frown, blinking at how slurred my words sound, and Ringo must notice too, his worried gaze shooting to Dylan and Clive, who are still positioned between my legs.
Shit. I kinda forgot they were there.
They’re doing something. Pulling on something inside me, and now that I think about it… it kinda hurts, but also, I feel a little numb.
“Hey.” Ringo’s fingers gently lift my chin, guiding my gaze back to him. “Why did you name her after me and my brother?”
I hug little Bobbi closer, and she makes another little sound.
A fragile little whimper.
“I wanted to name my baby after the man who saved my best friend,” I explain, my lids growing heavier as I shift my gaze between Ringo and my little girl. “So her first name is Bobbi.”
“Bobbi with an i,” Ringo confirms, smiling warmly at me.
“I also wanted to name her after the man who savedme.” I blink slowly at him, my smile barely kicking up my lips as exhaustion blankets me. “So her middle name is Cameron.”
“Shit… Angel,” Ringo rasps, emotion thick in his voice, and he leans forward, pressing his lips to my forehead just as the sound of a car tearing through the trees, draws everyone’s attention.
Well… everyone’s but mine.
I can’t even muster the energy to turn my head.
“Over here!” someone yells, before heavy footfalls rush from somewhere, and for a moment, I’m relieved.
We are going to be alright.
“Abbey?” Ringo’s voice sounds unsure, right before his palm cups my cheek. “Angel, open your eyes.”
I try to open them, but it’s like they are taped shut. I can’t make them part.
“What’s happening!” Ringo demands, sounding frantic and ragged.
I wish I could open my eyes, because there’s movement from both sides of me, and I want to see what’s going on.
“We have to get them in the van, now,” an unfamiliar voice cuts in.
“Dylan? What’s wrong with her?!” Ringo snaps, ignoring whoever gave the order, his focus just on me.
I try so hard to open my eyes again, this time, I manage a fleeting glance.
