My stomach flipped as my fingers traced the tape and found a tube.
One that went all the way up to my nose and—oh my Gods was that what was in my throat?
My nail found the edge of the plastic, but just as I tried to rip the whole thing out, Logan’s hand found mine.
“Don’t,” he warned, fingers tightening around mine to the point of pain.
I whimpered and his face actually softened.
Why wasn’t he breaking my fingers? That’s what he did when I didn’t listen. He hurt me.
Why wasn’t he hurting me?
“If you take it out, I’ll have to replace it,” he said softly before kissing my knuckles. “That’s unpleasant for both of us. But, now that you’re awake, if you eat and don’t starve the babies for a few days, I’ll take it out.”
The babies, I’d almost forgotten about the babies. What if he hurt the babies? I'd been asleep, what if he drugged me, or—
My spiraling halted the second I tried to sit up.
Pain constricted my abdomen. It wasn’t stabbing, instead it was like I teetered on the edge of bursting at the seams.
I gasped as my hands flew to my stomach on instinct.
“Hey, hey,” Logan soothed immediately.
His hands slid under my arms before I could tip forward.
“Easy,” he murmured near my ear. “You’ve been sleeping a long time, it was easier that way.”
A long time.
How long was a long time? Days? Weeks? Months? Why hadn’t my pack saved me? Were they okay?
He adjusted the pillows behind me one by one, lifting me inch by inch so my body could catch up. Every small shift made the pressure inside me roll and settle in an awful, heavy way.
“There,” he whispered once I was upright.
He didn’t let go.
“See?” he said softly. “You just needed help.”
One arm stayed braced around my back, the other sliding down to support the weight of my belly as if it were precious cargo, and I finally dared to look down.
I washuge.
How long had I been sleeping?
My hand pressed to the globe jutting out in front of me, half expecting to find a pillow, or a silicone belly, or something that led tothisnot being my body.
But my stomach was firm and warm under the silk nightgown I didn’t recognize.
I gasped in horror as my hand started shaking.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Logan mused. “Don’t worry, you still have a while until the babies are here.”
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head as it finally registered. Babies—plural, Logan knew it was twins.
My head jerked up and his hazel eyes met mine.
