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The door to my room opened, and Katie came in with a fast food bag. “Here, Cole. I figured you were hungry so I picked up some food on my way here,” she told him.
He sat in the chair that was beside my bed and took the food from his mom. She smiled at me. “Good to see that you’re awake.”
My mom cleared her throat. “Amelia—” she began.
I glared at her. “I don’t fucking need you here,” I spat at her. She flinched. “You’re not a real fucking mother. I remind you too much ofDad,” I reminded her. “You made it perfectly fucking clear that you can’t stand to be in the same room as me. So, get the fuck out of here and go fuck yourself.”
“Honey, I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Your father was everything to me.”
I made a move to sit up, but Cole held me down. “You’ll move the monitors on your stomach if you sit up. You need to stay laying down.”
I glared at my mom even harder. “He was my fucking dad!” I yelled at her. “He was the man I knew I could rely on! I’ve lost that security, and you fucking stabbed my heart and twisted the goddamn knife when you practically proclaimed that you don’t want me around anymore! Why the hell do you even stick around the clubhouse?!”
A nurse came into the room. “I’m going to have to ask you all to leave. You’re upsetting the patient.”
I grabbed Cole’s hand in both of my own. “Don’t leave,” I whispered, gripping his hand tightly in my own.
He nodded, silently letting me know he wasn’t going anywhere, and looked at the nurse. “I’m staying,” he told her.
“Sir—” she started, but I cut her off.
“He’s staying,” I ground out, my tone of voice daring her to go against me.
She nodded and scampered out of the room. “So, why are these things on my stomach?” I asked Cole softly after a few minutes of silence.
“They’re keeping check on the baby,” he told me. “You’re at risk of a miscarriage, and they’re just making sure that you don’t start contracting and that nothing else abnormal happens.”
I looked down at his fries. He followed my gaze and smirked. He handed them to me. “You better be glad that I’m worried about you. You know better than anyone else how much I love my fries.”
That he did. Cole would literally kill over his fries. I had seen it happen.
We were coming back from a ride, on our way back into town. His mom had ordered us—when she was still in prison—to go deal with some problems at another club. Travis had made me go with Cole. We had gotten some food on the way back, and Cole was driving one handed and eating fries with the other.
Someone had come out of nowhere and slammed into Cole’s bike. I had slammed on my breaks immediately and jumped off of my bike, rushing toward him. I was panicking that something had happened to him. Cole jumped off of the ground out of nowhere and knocked me down, covering my body with his as shots started firing. He shot two of the guys between the eyes and wounded the other one in the knee cap.
He got up and walked over to the last remaining man, pointing the gun at his forehead. You would think that he would have been pissed that he could have gotten hurt or that his bike could have been ruined, right? Nope.
“You fucking ruined my fries,” Cole had ground out through clenched teeth.
The guy was dead with one pull of Cole’s trigger. So, needless to say, Cole loved his fries. To say that I was scared to take them from him would be an understatement.
He chuckled at my expression. “Don’t worry. I’m giving them up willingly. I won’t kill you over them,” he teased, his mind obviously going back to that day just as mine had.
I took them from him and began to eat them. By the third fry, I started gagging. I dropped the fries into my lap, slapping my hands over my mouth. Cole took the fries at the same time he put a trashcan beside me. I leaned over and threw up. Cole rubbed my back soothingly, whispering comforting words into my ear. When I was done throwing up, he helped me lay back down again and pressed the button for the nurse. “Hi, how can I help you?” she asked.
“I need a nurse in here,” Cole said. “My girlfriend just got sick, and the monitors on her stomach moved, I think.”
“They definitely have,” she said after a moment. “We’ll be there in a moment.”
Cole ran a hand over my hair gently. “Are you okay now?” he asked me softly.
I nodded, feeling extremely tired all of a sudden. The door to the room opened, and the nurse from earlier came in. She smiled at me. “How are you feeling?” she asked me.
“Extremely tired,” I muttered.
She nodded. “That’s normal with a concussion like you have. The doctor will come see you in a minute, and he’ll give you the okay or not to go home, alright?”
I nodded tiredly, letting my head fall back against the pillows. The doctor came into the room and smiled at me. “Miss Johnson, you just found out you’re pregnant, and you’re still being reckless, I see.”
