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The whispered words had me stirring in the hard as fuck hospital chair I had fallen asleep in at Ronen’s bedside. Blinking my eyes open, I stared at the figure of Jamie Sinclair poised next to Ronen’s hip on the bed.
The man’s face was gray and grim; he looked like he had aged ten years in the last few hours.
He brushed Ronen’s messy hair back from his forehead. “If I had lost you, or your brother, I–” his voice cracked before trailing off, not finishing his sentence.
Ronen clasped his dad’s hand in his tightly. “We’re both going to be fine. But I do expect answers one day.”
Jamie nodded, looking away. “It was an old mission, that I thought was put to bed. I should have been more vigilant and kept an eye on Dimitrios. I got complacent, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
Ronen was silent, and the two just stared at each other for long moments, that I didn’t want to interrupt with my own questions for Jamie.
“I’m just so thankful that both my boys are going to be okay,” Jamie whispered, and Ronen flicked his gaze to the empty doorway.
“William had a lot to do with that,” he finally whispered, and Jamie’s head shot up. The man looked startled hearing that. “He tried to warn me danger was coming, and I refused to listen to him. But he showed up for me and Matty tonight. He, with some help, got the door open. It’s how we got out. He helped save us.”
Jamie seemed to be at war with himself on how to respond to this news. Finally, he mumbled, “Tell him thank you, when you see him again.”
Ronen looked back at the doorway. “Tell him yourself. He’s here now.”
Jamie inhaled sharply, sitting up straighter. But he didn’t turn to the empty doorway, and his eyes had taken on a hard edge to them. Finally, his voice sounding strangled, he whispered, “Thank you for helping save my sons. You’re still a bastard, but I appreciate any assistance you offered."
Ronen raised one dark brow at his dad’s half-hearted thanks. “That’s the best you got? Really?”
“Sure as fuck is,” Jamie stood up, straightening the blankets over Ronen. “This doesn’t mean he’s forgiven for shit. But I’m grateful that he tried to help. It was the least he could do.”
Ronen blew out a breath, “Fine. You’re not wrong about that.”
Jamie leaned down and planted a kiss on Ronen’s forehead. “Get some rest. You and the baby need it. About fucking time you told us. Thought I was going to have to break into Finn’s computer system just to find out my grandson’s due date. You’re as stubborn as your papa.”
Ronen snorted, “Funny, Papa says I’m as stubborn as you.”
I watched Jamie slip silently from the room, before climbing onto the bed with Ronen and gathering him into my arms. My hand rested firmly on the mound that was our baby. “Someday you’ll need to tell me the story of William and what he’s done.”
Ronen yawned, snuggling into my side, “Mmmm, someday.”
Relaxing, I let my eyes drift back closed, my omega and baby wrapped safely in my arms, where they belonged.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Mason
“When can I go see Matty?” Ronen demanded, tossing the magazine he had been pretending to read towards the end of his hospital bed.
We’d been here two days, while they had “observed” him, and would be going home in the morning.
Matty was on another floor, recovering from his snakebite, but Ronen had yet to see his brother and he was getting antsy and surly.
“I’ll take you in a few,” I promised him. “But you have visitors coming and I know you won’t want to miss them.”
“I’m sick of visitors,” he grumbled, just as Charlie walked in, Logan trailing behind her.
“Well, good thing we’re not visitors, but family,” she told him sassily, undeterred by his pissy mood. She gave him a big hug, and he had the good grace to look apologetic.
“I just hate being stuck in here,” he sighed.
“Oh, we know,” Logan took a seat in one of the vacant chairs. “Everyone knows.”
“I’m not that bad,” Ronen stated, and we all looked at him like he was nuts.
