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He holds it out, and as soon as my head pops out of the neck, he reassures me, “If he’s an ass, I’ll definitely hit him.” I laugh a little and give him a side hug as we head out of the bedroom to wait for the rest of the house to wake up.
Turns out it’s later than I thought, just an overcast morning, and everyone else is already at the table eating or in the kitchen getting breakfast. I let Brade pass me, shaking my head when he indicates for me to go ahead of him. I’d rather stay by the door for this conversation. The guys have a tendency to blow up, and I’m feeling pretty damn fragile at the moment.
Emmett comes in from the kitchen, followed by Marcus, and that makes the group complete. One by one they start to notice I’m not coming any farther into the room, and I’m sure at least half of my emotions are flitting across my face like a ticker tape. The room falls silent, and I fight the urge to chew on my lip or pick at my cuticles as the expectant expressions take over their faces.
“Birdie,” Brade prompts me, and I send a glare in his direction. If he’s in such a damn hurry, he can tell them himself.
Figuring it’s easier than hinting around at it, I blurt, “I lost the baby. Or am losing it, not really sure what the stages are. There’s cramps and the usual stuff that follows that, so…” I shrug, then it clicks that they were eating breakfast. I mean, I knew that, but I didn’t think about the logistics of eating and talking about blood. Especially that kind.
I needn’t have worried though. They didn't seem to notice the gross-out factor. Rex is first to his feet with Emmett halfway out of the chair he'd just sat in, but he glances at Rex and sits back down. After that, I'm too busy being scooped up in Rex's big familiar embrace to notice what the others are doing.
"Babe, no, I'm so sorry. Apollo, we need to go into town." It's a repeat of what I went through with Brade a few minutes ago, and I start listing my reasons all over again as I wiggle to get let loose. Rex reluctantly sits me on my feet but still hovers.
Now I can see the others, and while they appear concerned, they remain in their seats. Apollo and Marcus, I'm guessing, are used to hiding emotions from their lifestyle, while Braeden already knows. Emmett, well, he kinda looks like he wants to be over here with Rex and me, but after the expression he had when he sat back down, I'm guessing it's some bro code thing. Then there's Brent. Still eating his chopped up boiled eggs and toast with a completely neutral look on his face. I'd figured as much with him.
When Rex tries to argue though, it's surprisingly Brent that responds.
"She's right. There isn't much to do, not this early on. And the hospital would likely flag her if she just went in and refused to give information." He shrugs at the murderous glares he's getting and goes back to his breakfast.
"Brent, is there anything you can do to help? Or at least make sure she's not in danger?" Apollo's voice is even, but from the flags of color on his high cheekbones, he's not happy with his cousin's blasé attitude.
Brent sighs. "I don't have that kind of equipment, and unless she's hemorrhaging," he glances at me, and I shake my head, "then there's no need for immediate treatment. This early on I don't think an O.B. would try to stop it anyway. There's usually reasons a pregnancy self-terminates, and I won't get into all those. Regardless of all that, I'm still not that kind of doctor."
