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He obediently passes me one, his eyes never leaving my face.
"I don't like you sick," he says simply, and I reach out a hand to his cheek.
"I know, I'll be fine I prom—"
"Ciao!"
A voice carries from up the stairs and I turn my head at the sound.
"Is that..."
"It's Emilio," Ax finishes for me, standing with a frown. I send up silent thanks for the distraction.
"Why don't you go down and see where they've been, I'll be down in a minute."
I wait for Ax to leave the room before dropping the expression from my face, letting all the fear I'm feeling bubble to the surface.
I've been sick for no reason lately, hungry all the time. It could be something else. Stress, perhaps. I try to do the math to my last period, and I realize I haven't had one since my first days in The Tomb.
Fuck!
How could I be so fucking stupid? Avoid men my whole damn life and then finally fall for one, and forget the most basic of things that I should worry about. If Ax had been around women more, he might have noticed. As it is, I can't imagine the thought would even occur to him.
My hand falls to my belly and the sinking realization takes hold.
I'm fucking pregnant.
I'll need to find a doctor to be sure, but there's little doubt in my mind.
I have no idea how Ax would react, but I can only assume he'll fucking freak. On that note, what the hell are we going to do? I am no fucking mother, and this is a world I would never want to raise a child in.
Ax's baby. My baby.
Fuck.
Chapter Seventeen
Axle
"Ax!" Emilio bolsters as I make my way down the stairs. I have to stop at the bottom and let out a small laugh at the sight of the old dog.
"What the fuck happened to you!"
Emilio smiles, patting down his vest.
"Well, I couldn't very well join you without getting some of my things first," he says cryptically. His outfit is high end, making him appear much more well to do than every other patron in here. His hair and beard have been clipped and if I didn't know this man escaped from a prison a week ago, I never would have guessed. I look down at my own new clothes and shrug.
"Barkeep, get us a round!" Emilio says, dropping several coins on to the table. The man behind the bar scrambles to get us all mugs and I have to chuckle again at the show being put on.
"Nice to have your money again, eh, Emilio?"
"You could say that," the man replies, taking a seat across from me and holding out a hand. I grip it firmly in mine while nodding at his men, standing around.
"I'm glad you made it."
"Me too, my friend, me too. Now, where is everyone else? Your woman? Ethan?"
"Ana's upstairs, as for the rest, we should talk."
