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The sudden rush of air hits my face, and the pressure of the man’s hand on my mouth vanishes. I stumble forward, gasping for breath, my pulse thundering in my ears.

Before I can even process what’s happening, I hear a furious roar.

I whirl around to see Brody –Brody –charging into the tiny bathroom like an unstoppable force. His thick fist connects with the guy’s jaw with a sickening crunch, the impact sending the creep flying across the floor.

The man crumples against the tiles, groaning, blood already trickling from his nose.

Brody’s eyes are ablaze, wild with fury as he stands over the man, fists clenched like he’s ready to strike again.

But then his gaze falls to me, and the rage in his expression melts into concern, desperation, and fear.

“Tasha…are you okay?” he asks, his voice shaky.

I try to nod, but the adrenaline, the shock, the exhaustion: all of it hits me like a tidal wave. My vision blurs, the edges of the room turning fuzzy and dark.

The nausea I’ve been holding back all day surges, but there’s no strength left in me to fight it.

“Brody…” I whisper, reaching out for him, but my knees give way.

The world tilts, and the last thing I see are Brody’s arms reaching out to catch me as everything goes black.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Brody

I’m sitting beside Tasha with her small hand resting in mine as the nurse dims the lights and prepares the ultrasound machine.

The beeping monitors and soft hum of the hospital room fade into the background as I focus on her. She still looks stunned, her eyes darting to mine like she’s not quite sure if I’m really here.

I give her hand a gentle squeeze, and she squeezes back. Relief floods through me. I was terrified I wouldn’t find her in time.

The man who attacked her is behind bars now, thanks to the LVPD. But every time I think about it, rage simmers just below the surface.

If I had arrived even a minute later…

The nurse walks in with a warm smile. “All right, let’s take a look at how everything’s going,” she says, snapping on a pair of gloves. “Any pain or bleeding?”

Tasha shakes her head. “No, nothing like that.”

“Good,” the nurse replies, applying the ultrasound gel to Tasha’s belly. I keep my eyes glued to the monitor as the wand moves over her skin, revealing the grainy image of our babies.

“Everything looks perfect,” the nurse says with a smile. “And here they are, all three of them.”

I blink, my heart swelling with joy.

Triplets.

I glance over at Tasha, my eyes stinging.

“Three babies,” I murmur, my voice breaking. Tasha looks back at me, her eyes shimmering, and before I know it, we’re both tearing up.

Tasha smiles through her desire to cry, but it quickly fades into a grimace. She looks down at her slightly rounded belly, her fingers brushing over it.

“I’m going to have terrible stretch marks,” she mutters under her breath.

I frown, taken aback. “Why are you worried about that?” I ask softly. “You’re carrying our children. You’re beautiful, Tasha.”

Her eyes flicker with doubt, and she lets out a shaky breath. “Brody, I don’t think you understand,” she says, her voice breaking. “You didn’t even seem excited when you found out about the pregnancy. And now, three kids? That’s more than anyone would have bargained for.”

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