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However, that is enough to rouse her from her rest and she quickly raises her head. Her eyes are red and puffy and she immediately picks up the glass of water with a straw and brings it to my lips.
I’m grateful for that. The water eases the scratchiness of my throat and I ask, “What happened?”
She strokes my hair, her hands shaking. “You were attacked. They broke four ribs and they nearly broke your spine and you were stabbed really bad.”
I want to ask questions but recounting everything sounds difficult for her. “How long have I been out?”
“Four days. They put you in a medically induced coma,” Tracy says, unable to stop touching my face. “I was so sure you’d die. And then they said that you were out of danger and Max has been coming everyday. And I’ve been staying here overnight. The doctors didn’t want to allow it but Caleb managed to convince them otherwise.”
“Did they manage to catch who—?”
Tracy pales as she nods. “Yeah. They kidnapped Kendall and Caleb found her. One of bad the guys is dead. I didn’t ask who.”
My head is hurting along with my body, so I watch her, silently, waiting out on saying anything else.
She finally says, “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” I echo, confused.
It seems to take a physical toll on her to meet my eyes as she explains, “One of the men who attacked you, he was Max’s biological father. He went to the diner and they mentioned you. Then he tracked you down and, well, you know the rest.” Her eyes are shimmering with tears.
I take her hand. “I’ll be fine. And don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. Does Max know?”
Tracy shakes her head. “I didn’t tell him. I didn’t want to upset him anymore. He was already so devastated, seeing you in the hospital bed.”
“Well, I’m fine now.” I smile, squeezing her hand.
Tracy, however, doesn’t look so relaxed. She actually looks a little nervous and that’s a new look on her.
I’ve never seen her wear this particular expression on her face.
“There’s something else.”
“There’s more?”
She looks agitated. “Well, something happened. I -I kind of passed out after you went in for surgery and—”
I sit up, immediately. “Are you okay?” My groan of pain follows this stupid action.
Tracy is pushing me down onto the bed. “Duke, no. Don’t move!”
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask, anxiously, holding her hand as if I can cure whatever ails her by just my touch.
Her eyes shimmer with tears and her tone is strangled as she states, “Duke, I’m pregnant.”
I go still. “Pregnant?”
She nods.
“You’re pregnant?”
“Yes.”
I stare at her, blankly. “We made a baby?” She’s close enough for me to touch and my hand goes to her flat stomach. “You’re carrying my baby.” My tone is awed.
She bites her lip. “You’re not upset?”
“Upset?” I stare at her. “Why would I be upset? I love you. We made a baby. Isn’t that a good thing?”
