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My thoughts exactly.
They go on arguing while I mull things over.
Wait.
He said wife.
Did he say wife? Of course he did. I’m pregnant with his child, so it stands to reason the next thing he wants to do is put a ring on my finger and make this official.
He could’vetoldme that.
Before this happened, I was on the verge of telling him that Montague is my father. I wanted him to know. But right now, I think we need to clear a few things up.
I yawn, exhausted. All I care about is this baby, and sleep.
And maybe getting a proposal?Gah.
I’d never seen Lyam panicked until he saw me bleed.
It unnerves me.
But I rest secure in the knowledge that our baby is safe, tucked away in my womb.
I close my eyes.
The doctor leaves. I don’t even know what they agreed upon, but I know Lyam doesn’t back down, so that was probably an interesting compromise.
“I’m bringing you home,” Lyam finally says. “You’ll rest better there.”
They ask if he wants a wheelchair, but he declines. He’d rather carry me. I close my heavy eyes and hear him mutter an apology to the nurses for scaring them. It isn’t enough, but it’s something.
Ah. So Dr. Martindidget through, at least a little.
He nestles me back in the passenger seat of his car, and this time, the ride home is less frantic. He doesn’t want to jostle me. I close my eyes, half in and half out of sleep, until we get back to Le Marquise and he leads me upstairs.
I fall asleep within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.
When I wake, sunlight streams through the windows and Lyam’s on his phone, his back to me.
“I know,” he says in a hushed whisper. “Motherfucker. We’ll do what we have to.”
I see his shoulders slump, and then he pinches the bridge of his nose. Nausea rolls through my belly. I need food.
When he turns to me, my heart squeezes. He looks haggard and tired, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused.
“Come here,” I say softly. “Lie down.”
He turns his back to me and speaks in a low voice into the phone.
“I gotta go. Cosette’s up.”
He hangs up the phone, tosses it aside, then walks over to me.
“You didn’t sleep last night?” I ask. I reach my hand to him and gently touch his face.
When he reaches over to cradle my head, I close my eyes. Inhale. Exhale.
We’ve been through a lot.
