Page 15 of Please Save Me

“I do my best not to contact you. I just had to make sure.”

His comment was something I could deal with later. “How’s Mason? Is the baby here?”

“No baby yet. Mason is okay. The doctor said it was false labor, and it was probably caused by Lavender getting into a better position.”

Sebastian continued to talk, but to be honest, I didn’t really listen. Lavender was a name I hadn’t heard since Mason and I renamed our girl. Did he genuinely not know Rosemary’s name? Or was he just ignoring the fact it had changed?

“...There’s nothing we can do to prevent it from happening again. We just need to make sure she’s not stressed and stays hydrated. Oh, they also gave her a shot to help the baby’s lungs–just in case.” Sebastian finished.

“So, she’s just randomly going to be miserable for the next seven weeks?”

“Essentially, yes.”

The more I learned about Mason’s pregnancy, the worse I felt for being the one to knock her up.

“Does she at least get to come home?” I asked.

“She does… but I don’t think you should try to talk to her, not at first.”

My eyes widened. “Any particular reason why?”

“What are you, stupid?” He snorted. “She is almost thirty-three weeks pregnant and spent the night terrified and in pain while her baby-daddy refused to support her. She’spissed, Cameron.”

Giving Mason space when I was worried about her washard. What made it even worse was that when she came home, she didn’t look mad. Instead, she made eye contact with me for exactly one second before looking away.

While I couldn’t see her face, Mason wasn’t a quiet crier. The sound of her sadness broke my heart in ways I wasn’t quite prepared for. I wanted to comfort her, but I didn’t want to risk stressing her out.

So, instead of chasing her, I waited for Sebastian to come back downstairs. On the bright side, that didn’t take long.

About twenty minutes after they went upstairs, he came down with a stainless steel water bottle in hand.

“How is she?” I asked as he walked to the fridge.

He screwed the cap off before placing it on the counter and pressing the top of the bottle to the ice dispenser. The refrigerator hummed for a moment before spitting out crushed-up chunks.

“Who, Mason?”

“…Who else would I be asking about?”

He shot me a knowing smile before withdrawing the bottle.

“She’s asleep. They kept her on a pretty steady drip of medicine while she was there, and she’s still pretty wiped out. She’s in my bed, by the way.”

The tone of his voice told me he was bragging. But I didn’t care about that. Mason could sleep where she wanted, something else had already caught my attention.

“Medicine? What medicine?”

If she was fine, why would she need medication?

My panic caught Sebastian’s attention as he stalked toward me with the cup still in hand.

“Was there some kind of drug used in the rituals of the Sons of Christ?” His voice was low as he questioned me.

The rituals? No, not usually, but I knew Dale had access to some pretty nasty things. Whatever he injected me with years ago knocked me out for almost a week. But, that wasn’t information that’d help Seb, plus, I had a feeling he wasn’t going to cooperate anyway.

“Don’ttalk about that stuff in the house.” I warned on a breath.

The last thing I needed was for him to be yapping on about case details and for someone to walk in on us, especially Mason.

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