Page 104 of Omega's Refuge

“Yeah. I should definitely get checked out,” I murmured. “I feel a little dizzy.”

“I’ll come too.” Steve took a step toward me.

Rex shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

Steve looked like he wanted to argue, but he seemed to wilt under Rex’s glare. “It’s my baby,” he mumbled, but his voice held none of the forcefulness of earlier. He now sounded more disheartened than angry.

“We’ll call you later if anything is wrong with the baby,” I said.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck. “Will you call me either way, T? I… I want to be sure you’re okay too. It’s not just the baby that I care about.”

Despite the way he’d treated me during our relationship, I believed he did care about me on some level. I knew he wasn’t ready to be a father or a good alpha, but I could accept that he didn’t want anything bad to happen to me.

I gave a curt nod.

Steve opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but then simply turned and walked down the last flight of stairs to the parking lot.

“Let’s go.” Rex’s voice was gruff.

I started to follow him, and then stopped abruptly. “What about the movers? They’ll be here any minute and if we just leave, they won’t have any idea what’s going on.”

Rex grimaced, appearing frustrated, but then moved to the railing and called down to Steve. “Hey, Steve, wait up.”

Steve was halfway to his car but he stopped. “Yeah?” He looked hopeful, as if he thought we’d changed our mind about letting him come to the ER with us.

“The movers will be here any minute. Would you be willing to wait for them?” Rex sounded stiff. Asking for a favor from his arch enemy probably wasn’t very pleasant for him.

Steve’s face fell. “You want me to stay here and wait for the movers?” His disappointment was obvious.

I didn’t say anything, but my gaze locked with his.

When our eyes met, he let out a shaky breath and turned around, heading back toward the apartment building. He hurried up the stairs and just as he reached us, a big moving van pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex.

“That’ll be them.” My voice wobbled with anxiety. “I gave them a deposit, but they’re going to need the other half when they finish the job.” As I spoke, I reached for my wallet in my back pocket. “I’ll just give you my credit card, Steve, and you can pay them the balance.”

“Okay.” Steve exhaled tiredly. “I guess I’ll take it is a compliment that you trust me with your credit card.”

Rex shifted uneasily. “Tanner.” His voice held an urgency. “We should get going.”

I handed Steve my credit card and moved to the stairs. The cramping hadn’t gotten any worse, so that gave me some hope. Rex caught up to me, slipping his arm around my waist.

Once we were in the truck, Rex and I didn’t talk. He focused on driving quickly to the ER. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. When we reached the ER, Rex parked the pickup in front of the entrance, and ran around to help me out of the vehicle.

As I exited the truck, I asked, “Shouldn’t you park in the parking lot?”

“I’ll park after I get you checked in.” His expression was grim.

When we entered the emergency room, there was a small podium were security had to check us in. I could feel Rex’s impatience as the older security guard passed the wand over our bodies, to make sure we had no weapons on us.

After we made it past security, we were greeted at the main counter by a very tired looking nurse. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her skin pale as if she hadn’t been in the sun in a very long time.

“What seems to be the problem?” she asked, holding out her hand for my insurance card.

I cleared my throat. “I’m two months pregnant and I fell down a flight of stairs.”

She hadn’t been bothering to make eye contact before, but when I told her what had happened she looked up quickly. “You fell down the stairs?”

I nodded. “Yes. I… I landed on my stomach. So now I’m a little nervous.”

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