Page 59 of No Mercy

The slightest grin moved across his smooth lips. “Not soon enough,” he grumbled. “Fuck, I want you home now.”

“You just want inside my pussy,” I kidded lightly, realizing that I could smile without causing pain.

A wolf-like glitter came into his eyes at my teasing. “If you were up to it I wouldn’t let you being in this hospital bed stop me from getting inside your beautiful pussy, baby.” As fast as the humorous light entered his eyes it disappeared, and I sensed something important coming, maybe even life-changing. He exhaled deeply. “Babe, there’s something you need to know.” He surprised me by leaning over and kissing me tenderly on the lips. As he pulled back our gazes clung, and I waited. “You’re pregnant.”

It was the last thing I had expected him to say, and my jaw dropped. Was I hearing him right? My free hand automatically went down to cover my belly. Panic raced through me when I felt the thick covering beneath my gown that indicated a bandage, a sudden recollection of being stabbed there coming to me. Oh, God, had I lost the baby? No wait, Rock had said that Iampregnant, notwas,in the past tense. I looked to him for confirmation.

“The baby is fine. You’re not very far along. The doctor said about five weeks. Because your body has been through a traumatic experience, he wants to keep you here until he’s sure there won’t be any complications.”

I heard Rock, but I was having a hard time digesting everything. Pregnant! I shouldn’t have been surprised, considering that we hadn’t been using protection. I wondered how he felt about it. Was he happy over becoming a dad again?

“Babe?” My expression must have given away my concern. “It’s all good. Don’t over think it, okay? We need to focus on getting you home and better.”

He was right. I forced myself to calm down. A baby. Sam would have a sibling. He’d be excited once he found out. I stared at Rock, seeing him truly for the first time since I’d opened my eyes. He looked tired, exhausted, as a matter of fact. “Have you been here this whole time?”

“Yeah. There was no way I was leaving you until you opened your pretty eyes, babe.” There was humor reflected in his slightly bloodshot eyes.

His admission warmed me inside. I was about to suggest that he go home when a tall man came breezing into the room, his white coat billowing out behind him.

“Well, look who’s awake!” he said in a cheery voice, a wide smile on his fifty-something face. He glanced briefly at Rock as he continued around my bed. “How are you feeling?” He lightly patted the hand resting on my belly.

“I haven’t been awake long enough to tell,” I smiled up at him.

“Are you in any pain?” He pulled the sheet down, exposing my hospital gown covered torso. The unflattering gown stopped at my thighs.

“A little,” I admitted.

“I’m just going to take a little peak.” He helped me roll slightly until he could pull my gown free, and then proceeded on lifting it up. I felt his hand undo a bandage at my side. “Healing up nicely, looks good.” He allowed me to roll back into position. “I need to check your belly.” He pulled the sheet back up to the top of my thighs, and then helped me pull my gown up.

I glanced at Rock as the doctor carefully peeled back the bandage, wincing a little when the tape tugged at my skin. Gentle fingers touched the area he had exposed while I kept my gaze on the strength I saw in Rock’s eyes. I didn’t want to see the wound.

“Does this hurt?” the doctor asked, his fingers probing.

“A little.”

“Good,” he replaced the bandage and pulled my gown back over my belly. “That means the morphine is doing its job, otherwise you’d be in some pain. You’re one tough cookie,” he smiled, giving Rock a quick glance before returning his eyes to me. “You were pretty cut up when they brought you in. The superficial wounds will heal rather quickly with minimal scarring. The other two−oops, wait a minute.” He glanced down at the chart in his hand, frowning. “I thought there was a third. Can you lean forward a little for me please?” I felt him doing something at my back, and then he let me lean back again. “This one looks good, too. Anyway, what I was about to say is that the three more severe wounds will require some additional surgery if you want to lessen their appearance, but that will be up to you.”

I knew that he was talking about plastic surgery. “I just found out that I’m pregnant.”

He nodded. “Yes. You’re very lucky that the fetus wasn’t affected by the attack. You should see an obstetrician as soon as you leave the hospital, or we can arrange for one to take a look at you while you’re here.”

“Good idea,” Rock said in a deep, no-nonsense tone.

The doctor gave him a nod. “Okay, then.” He began to head for the door. “We’ll send one in.”

“How much longer will I be here?” I rushed out before he disappeared through the doorway and into hall.

“At least another three or four days,” he said, not missing a step.

“Don’t be in a hurry to leave here,” Rock grumbled once the doctor was gone.

“I want to see Sam.” He had to understand that. I closed my eyes for a second, suddenly finding the lids heavy. I could easily drift off again.

“I’ll bring him in tomorrow morning since there’s no school.”

I nodded, smiling, and then opened my eyes to him. “You should go home and get some rest. You look tired.” I reached up and ran my hand over the prickly whiskers on his face. That was the last thing I saw before drifting off to sleep again.

Chapter 32

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