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“I promise,” Marlow says, moving in closer. “I will find her, no matter what it takes. There has to be something we have missed.”

“How long?”

“How long, what, Wildflower?” Case asks.

“How long have you known she was missing?”

“We don’t actually kn?—”

“Don’t even try that shit with me, Davis. You don’t think I can read you as well as you can read me? How long?”

“Since early this morning,” Davis says with a sigh.

I turn my head to glare at Boston. He kept me busy all morning, probably trying to hide all the commotion around this problem. The only one who was most likely oblivious was Kai.

“Get the doctor back in here so we can finish this appointment, and then we don’t stop until I know where she is.”

Brennan steps back out into the hallway, and the doctor comes back in. Luckily, we were almost finished.

The babies are growing well, more than well actually. This visit, they checked my urine for protein, did my blood pressure, and listened to their heartbeats. They also told me Zadom is in the right position for birth, but our baby girl is isn’t yet. The doctor isn’t worried because most babies get into position after 32 weeks and I will have more check-ups over the coming weeks.

We are also asked if we had a birth plan, and thanks to Brennan’s birthing classes, we have something that resembles a plan. A vaginal birth, if possible, even with all the protesting from Chester. And drugs—lots of drugs, as per my request. Even if Chester doesn’t agree, he wouldn’t withhold pain medication from me, and I highly doubt he will cope seeing me in extreme pain.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jolie

Two fucking weeks and yet there is still no trace of Melinda, not even footage of her leaving the building. Wherever she is, Ziyon hasn’t gone to her. Someone doesn’t just vanish into thin air. Chester and Laughn have been trying to convince me to let them bring Ziyon in, but they need to focus on what he is currently up to instead. Look how far killing Mr Z got them—we are still not one hundred percent sure about what abilities the babies will have or if what he did will even work.

Marlow has extracted a file for each of the babies, but the science is so advanced and unfortunately all the scientists that were employed on the Athena Project were killed. Chester and Scarlett are working on it, and they are sure they could understand more if Scarlett’s mother would help, however she still refuses. Boston wants to blackmail her into working for us, but that isn’t how I want to operate. We will find another way. The original teams turned out fine, so I have to have faith thatMr Z and his scientists also knew this would be fine before testing it.

“We look fucking ridiculous,” Blayne snaps.

“I happen to look fabulous,” Colt says with a laugh.

“Not you, dumbass. Look around the room. Everyone is pregnant and can’t even touch their toes and yet Trace keeps telling us to touch our damn toes. I can’t even see my fucking toes.”

“We are in the last trimester—not long now, and you will be able to see your toes again,” Summer adds. She can speak for herself; she has enjoyed being pregnant. Blayne just feels violated, and Sinclair has gained so much weight she just feels crap about her body. I can’t lie and say my experience has been bad, but with two babies in there, it’s starting to feel like they have no room left.

“That’s it. Now try to squat,” Trace says from the front of the room. Though I wouldn’t call what I attempt a squat.

“Shit,” I whisper as I piss my damn yoga pants. Even as a whisper, Trace hears and so does Colt. Colt is already at my side, grabbing my arm as Trace reaches us.

“Are you okay?” Trace asks and my tears fall. I have never cried so much in my whole damn life, and it’s getting embarrassing.

“I can’t squat. Now I’ve pissed myself, and everyone saw me,” I cry. “To make matters worse, I didn’t wear underwear because Chester ripped them off me before classes, so I will have to walk my wet fanny to his class and demand he give them back.”

Colt is in hysterics, and Blayne sucker punches him in the gut.

“Don’t laugh, asshole. Your own woman pisses every time she sneezes,” Blayne chastises.

“We should all start doing pelvic floor classes instead of these useless ones,” Betty adds, which is shocking since she neverreally speaks up. She is still feeling bad about her involvement in everyone getting pregnant, even though most of us have forgiven her since she had no choice. If you had to choose between the man you love and another team, you would pick the one you love every time. I know I would. I know my guys would. Anyone who doesn’t agree is a hypocrite.

“Fuck pelvic floor,” I snap. “I just want clean undies.”

I know I’m being hysterical, and so does everyone else. Trace rubs my back, trying to be soothing, but honestly, it’s just making me even more uncomfortable that he is so close to me after I pissed myself. “Did you want to shower, and I will go and find Chester?”

“No, you have a class to teach. I’ll go look for him.”

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