Page 67 of Silverproof Damsel

“Easy, Remi,” Nyx chided, her face slowly becoming clearer as I blinked repeatedly. “We found you on the floor unconscious. You have a high fever and are being treated for an infection.”

“The—Bullet?” I croaked as fear for the babe rushed to the forefront. Tears pricked my eyes as heat surged to my sinuses with the threat of being released with grief.

“They didn’t find a bullet . . .” Before she could finish, sobs exploded into the sterile, whitewashed room.

I’d lost my child.

Nothing else mattered.

Not my health, or if it was failing or recovering. Guilt slammed through me, then gripped my chest, shredding my lungs with razor sharp claws as it nicked the empty space where my heart should’ve been.

“The babe’s fine, Love,” Rhys assured, but it didn’t register until he cupped my cheek, turning my face to his. Pressing his forehead against mine, he repeated it louder. Relief flooded my system. It caused my body to tremble violently as he kissed my cheeks, pushing hair away from my face.

“Oh,thatbullet!” Nyx groaned before rolling her eyes. “I’d be a crying, sobbing mess with you if you’d lost our baby.” The nonchalant way she said it had Rhys growling, even as he rose, placing his palm against my abdomen possessively. “You donated one thing I couldn’t give my girl.” Rhys awarded Nyxwith a look of confusion. It forced her to elaborate on what she meant. “I lacked a magical stick to throw up in her vagina. She’s pregnant now, so you can leave. I’ll be a damn good daddy.”

Rhys’ eyebrows shot up on his forehead before he rubbed his palm down his face. The tension left his shoulders as he snorted. “I can have you removed at any time, Nymph.”

“You could. Though, she’d be pissed off at you if you did. Didn’t you warn me not to upset her?” Nyx’s lips curved into a victorious smile as Rhys released another loud, irritated sound.

Rhys’ hand moved, causing a new sound to enter the room. My forehead creased as I turned, staring at the mountain of monitors behind him.

“That’s our child’s heartbeat. Strong and healthy, as is its mother.” Rhys’ words caused my throat to constrict. Stepping aside, he pointed to a monitor that had an outline of white within inky, dark liquid.

Confusion creased over my forehead as I tried to interpret what he was showing me.

“What the hell is that?”

Rhys chuckled before he placed his finger on the monitor, then slowly dragged it over the screen. “This is Bullet’s face. He or she is currently infatuated with their fingers. The babe hasn’t stopped sucking on them since they got the monitor in place.”

A smile pulled at the corner of my lips as tears broke free, trickling down my cheeks. Wonder washed through me as I studied the babe, who was sucking three fingers at once.

“Holy shit,” I whispered as the realization of being pregnant struck me. I’d known I was pregnant, but this made it real.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, making my head nod in agreement.

“Our baby’s absolutely perfect.”

It wasn’t until I chanced a glance toward him, needing to judge his response to the baby, that air stuck in my lungs. Azure eyes sparkled with wonder as Rhys held my eyes. Swallowing past thelump forming in my throat, I released a shuddered puff of air from my lips.

“Absolutely lovely.”

“I think she’s referring to the baby, not herself, Sperm Donor.”

“I assure you I never donated shit. I deposited our child in her womb myself. You may be the godmother, but I’m the father, Nymph.”

It took effort to not allow myself to feed more emotion into what his words had made me feel. Rhys wanted our child, sure. He didn’t want me for more than I could do for him. I was the key to him becoming the king of all immortals. More so than he already was, anyway.

“Is it a boy?” I figured like most men he’d want a son.

“I wouldn’t allow them to check the sex of the baby. That’s a decision you and I should make together. As its mother, you are the one who will make the choice.”

“The father makes that choice,” Nyx pointed out. “Your balls determine what sex the baby is when it releases sperm—”

“—Not that choice, pretty nymph,” Acyn interrupted, forcing my eyes to where he stood leaning against the threshold of the room. “Come, it’s feeding time. You’ve been out of bed entirely too long waiting for her to wake up. You’ll undo the healing we’ve accomplished if you starve your inner goddess.”

Cole, Arryn, Mikel, and another Van Helsing male all hovered just outside the hospital room. My focus shifted to Cole, feeling instant relief as a soft smile lifted over his lips as his dark head dipped in silent reply.

“You need to rest too, Sunshine. You gave us quite the scare.” Cole’s tone was gentle but chiding as he stepped back, allowing Acyn to slip out of the room.

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