Page 30 of Reaper's Rival

“I’m not ready to be an aunt. But for Abby, I would be. Could be. Should be. Fuck, she would do it for me. So if you don’t want it, I’ll take it. Abby would do it for me.”

“No. My kid.” He bit out the words. “If I lose Abby, it will be all I have left.”

“So we keep the baby.”

“We keep the baby.” His lips cracked into a sad smirk. “She would have been shitting herself about telling me.”

“Yeah, she would have.”

“Possibly even end up yelling it at me during one of her hormonal attacks.”

“Then she would come crying to me, thinking you didn’t want her.”

“Then I would tell her I loved her and I would do anything for her. Having a child with her would be the fucking best thing ever. I’d properly cop a whack from her old man for this.”

A full smile lit across my face. “Well, he is now next in line. Don’t know how he is going to cope hearing he is going to be a grandpa.”

“Probably have another heart attack, then come back and kill me.”

I laughed. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I laughed, and my laughing caused Reaper to grin a full grin.

I think he’d be an ok father.

Fuck it; it was going to happen now, and I don’t think either of us realized what a serious decision we had just made.

***

I arrived at the hospital a bit after four, with new flowers in hand. These ones were from Lizzard, a member who mainly dealt with fixing the bikes.

I opened Abby’s door.

“You won’t believe who this bunch is from; seriously, he actually had to leave the clubhouse to get them.” Then my words dried up, and I dropped the flowers on the ground along with my handbag and car keys.

No bed.

There was no fucking bed.

The bed with my sister on it was fucking gone.

I spun on my heel and sprinted to the nurses station. “Room nine. My sister, she isn’t there. Where the fuck is my sister?”

“Miss Harrison, calm down. Your sister took a turn and had to be rushed into surgery.”

“Took a turn? What the fuck does that mean, what happened?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t on the morning shift.”

“Then why don’t you look in her fucking file that you fuckers write so many notes in!”

“Calm down. I’ll do it right now. But Miss Harrison, I need you to lower your voice.”

“Like fuck. My twin sister is fucking missing from her room, and all you can tell me is she took a turn. A turn for what. What the fuck would they be operating on?”

“Her left lung.” She read from the file. “Your sister’s lung deflated, and there were complications, so they chose to take her to an operating suite.”

“When did they take her?”

“Just after eleven.”

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