Page 22 of Playing With Danger

You’re late.

Oh, fuck.

“Sunny—”

“Don’t you dare suggest I sit this one out,” she interrupted me. “Even if I am pregnant the baby is the size of a pea and protected. I will decide when I step away from the team. Not you, not my brothers, not anyone.”

I glanced around the men. Riddle, Mereno, Chip, Gordy, and Watson all tipped their chins in silent agreement. Whether she liked it or not, she just got six guards who would not let one thing happen to her or the baby.

“Right,” I muttered. “Let’s get this brief down so we can get to business.”

Two hours later after successfully serving the warrant, clearing the house so Echo, Phoenix, and their teams could go in to execute the search, and taking three subjects into custody, we were back at the station. Technically we weren’t on shift and only came in because Bravo team was already out on a barricade situation so everyone split as soon as we got back. I was waiting to see if I could catch Ethan before I stopped by Triple Canopy. Then I was going to Sophie’s apartment to talk her into carrying a fob that would track her location and double as a panic button. It was an invasion of privacy and one I doubted she’d agree to. I was prepared to fight my corner and if I felt I was losing, I’d enlist Hayden. It was a dirty play bringing in my friend—her roommate—but I’d get down in the mud and fight as dirty as I needed to, to make her see reason.

I pushed into the locker room to grab my wallet and keys out of my locker and stopped dead. Sunny was standing in front of her locker with her forehead resting on the metal door.

“Sunny?” I called out.

Nothing.

“Shiloh?”

Still nothing.

“Kent!”

She didn’t lift her head but she did mumble her correction, “Marcou.”

“Wanna grab some lunch with me?”

She shook her in the negative against the door.

“Sunny?”

“I’m not pregnant,” she announced and extended her hand to the side holding a white plastic stick.

“Okay,” I said cautiously.

“I don’t know if I’m sad or happy.”

Christ, where was Gordy? He was a husband and a father. He and Sunny were close. He was a fatherly figure to her and the only one out of any of us who was qualified to talk Sunny through this.

I could understand the sad part so I focused on the other.

“Happy?” I inquired.

“Do you want kids?”

“Let me take you to lunch,” I dodged the question by asking.

She lifted her head and turned her red-rimmed eyes in my direction.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to have kids.”

Panic rose fast.

“What if I’m a terrible mother? Today clearly proved I’m too selfish to even think about?—”

“Stop. Nothing you did today was selfish.”

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