Page 91 of Tempting Irish

Chapter 27

Owen

“This is torture.”I sit in the uncomfortable metal chair in the family waiting room with my face in my hands. The image of Emer’s pale face, and the blood that stained her pink bridal gown as the paramedics placed her in the ambulance, flashed like a bad movie repeatedly in myhead.

“It’s my fault,” Agnus says beside me, her voice trembling. “I shouldn’t have forced this wedding. It was too much forher.”

I wrap an arm around her shoulders. “Don’t dothat.”

She sucks in a quivering breath. “I can’t lose my littlegirl.”

“Not happening.” I squeeze hershoulder.

I catch Cillian, Delaney, and Shane’s worriedgazes.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” Shane growls, his eyesfrantic.

The room is heavy withtension.

We’re all strung out. It’s been hours since she was rushed into surgery, and we haven’t seen a nurse or doctor since they brought us to this damnroom.

“She’s going to be fine,” Delaney says, sitting on the opposite side of Agnus and taking her otherhand.

Bree should be here. But seeing the exhaustion in Delaney’s eyes, I’m glad she’s back at the hotel, and not cramped up in this stuffy room. I’ll call her when I hearmore.

The door opens, and we all jumpup.

Aiden stands there, with dark circles shadowing his eyes, using the frame to support the weight of hisbody.

Fuck. He looks every bit as ragged as Ifeel.

“Emer?” Agnus asks, her voice shaking, still holding my hand in a vice-like grip, her fingers icecold.

“She’s stable,” Aiden says, resulting in an echo of relieved sighs. “Her placenta tore, so they had to do an emergency C-section. Lost a lot of blood. But she’s inrecovery.”

“And the baby?” Delaney askshesitantly.

Aiden smiles for the first time. “We have a littlegirl.”

I let out the breath I’d been holdingin.

“Can I see them?” Agnusasks.

Aiden nods, then looks to me. “There’s a mass of reporters outside of the hospital. Would ye mind taking care ofit?”

“Whatever yeneed.”

“Ye know what tosay.”

Inod.

Legs feeling like jelly, I sit down when Aiden and Agnus are gone and pull out my phone, needing to hear Bree’svoice.

“How is she?” She asks as soon as she picksup.

“She’s going to be fine. They have a littlegirl.”

“That’s wonderful.” Her voice is filled with genuinerelief.

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