Page 124 of Holden’s Resurrection

He picked up the pregnancy test he’d insisted Charleigh keep and looked down at the white plastic stick in his hand.

Pregnant.

He let the warmth wash over him, savoring it, then he smiled and set it back on the counter.

Holden made his way back to the bed, slid in, and pulled Leigh-Leigh close.

“Still positive?” she whispered sleepily.

“Yep.”

“That’s the third time you’ve checked.”

“Yep.”

“You think you’re done checkin’ for the night?”

“Nope.”

His pregnant woman giggled in his arms and Holden thought he had it all.

“Dream come true,” he told her.

“Yeah.”

Charleigh was awake the fourth time Holden went to check the test. She didn’t make a peep when he crawled back in next to her but she did smile.

Dream come true.

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Jonny

The 911 call came in when Jonny was leaving the hospital. Jameson and Kennedy’s little boy, Noah, couldn’t wait until his due date to make his appearance. Four weeks early, but perfect.

Thank fuck.

Everyone had been at the hospital for hours waiting to see what the doctor was going to do, then waiting on news about Noah, therefore no one was paying attention to what was going on with Ayla Purdy.

Not even him.

Once again, he’d fucked up and dropped the ball.

While his ass was sitting in a hospital waiting room, Ayla had done the one thing they’d all prayed she wouldn’t do. She’d reached out to her baby’s father. The results of that phone call were disastrous.

By the time Jonny had made it to the scene, Cory Saddler was in cuffs. But it was Ayla’s bruised face and bloody lip Jonny couldn’t get out of his mind.

For forty-five days, Jonny had followed Cory when he wasn’t on shift. He’d been studious in making sure he kept tabs on the man’s whereabouts, and when the opportunity arose, Jonny had pushed an alcohol citation as far as he could to get Sydney Powell clear of danger. Sure, her parents were pissed and threatened to make a complaint but Jonny didn’t give the first fuck if they took his badge as long as Sydney didn’t fall victim to Saddler.

But Ayla had been keeping her head down, doing what her parents had asked, and not telling anyone she was pregnant.

Until she didn’t listen and she contacted that sick fuck, who fed her a bunch of bullshit about loving her and wanting their baby. So when he asked to meet her, she’d snuck out and gone to him.

Then he attempted to beat her until…

No.

Fuck. No.