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“You, okay?” he asked.
“I’m alive,” I said. “Why are you so chipper?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because now I can tell Quinn she doesn’t need to worry about your sorry ass.”
Quinn.
“Is she all right? Muriel?” I nearly reached for Jax’s collar to demand answers.
“They’re both fine,” he said maneuvering the loud vehicle like he had driven it since birth. “Both hospitalized. Both are fine.”
“Hospitalized? What? What did they to do her?” I growled out.
“They didn’t touch her. Or Lucy. Quinn had a panic attack. Probably all the emotions catching up to her. Oh, congratulations by the way.”
“Congratulations for what?” I rubbed my head, willing the ensuing migraine to disappear.
“You’re going to be a daddy,” he said plainly, like it was common knowledge.
I rolled my eyes. I didn’t want to have to explain the entire thing right now, but he needed to know that none of this was real. Well, the marriage was, hedidmarry us. But the baby—
“There is no baby, Jax. It was all a part of the ruse. So stupid now that I think about it. All this just to get my father to keep me in charge of this circus he calls a company. I honestly don’t want anything to do with him—or this company.”
Jax raised an eyebrow and looked at me intently, his eyes completely off the road.
“What?” I asked him after he almost ran over a squirrel.
“You really don’t know?”
“Know what, Jax?”
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
QUINN
“Ok,now I think I’m going to throw up.”
“You’ll be fine,” Lucy assured. “Quinn, look at me. You’re going to be an amazing mother.”
I don’t think anyone really understood why this was a big deal for me. There was a reason I didn’t want to have kids. As cute as they were. As funny and amazing as they were. Falling in love with someone so fragile could make things infinitely harder if they were ever taken away. I couldn’t put my heart through that. I couldn’t let myself be that vulnerable.
If I had a child, I knew they would mean everything to me. And that meant I would have a piece of me living outside my body. Defenseless. At the mercy of the world.
Just like I fell in love with Weston, and he was kidnapped—
I groaned.
“Would you like a cup of ice to cool you down?” asked the nurse who just brought back my lab results. The word “Positive” was big and bold under the line for the urine test.
“I think I’m okay,” I told her. My stomach was still turning in knots at the thought of a little life in there. It made me dizzy again.
“We’ll take that cup of ice. Thank you,” Lucy said for me.
The nurse smiled at me and walked out of the room. A second later, the doctor entered.
“Well, well, well, looks like we found the culprit for all your dizzy and vomiting spells,” said the overly cheerful man with a stethoscope slung around his neck. “Congratulations, Mrs. Myles-Miller.” He patted my hand and got to work checking my vitals.
I was stunned. Weston and I had sex. One time. In a freaking hot air balloon. And he managed to get me pregnant. Boy, was he going to be in for a real surprise. But Weston had always wanted this. I wondered how he would react to the news.
