Page 120 of With A Little Luck
“That might be a problem. You still have doctor’s appointments coming up.” I soothe my hand over Quincy’s back.
Not to mention, I planned a special excursion for us tomorrow. That was before I got shot, but I really don’t want to miss out on a chance to experience at least one ultrasound before she delivers. I found a 3D/4D ultrasound place that can record the heartbeat so we can keep it forever, along with her movements on the screen. We’ll also get pictures.
Fuck.
I really don’t like the idea of Costa costing me that experience, but I don’t want to needlessly risk Quincy or the baby’s safety.
“Did you happen to see Keir?” Briar asks, shoving off the couch. “It’s probably time for us to get out of your hair.”
“We’ll keep watch once you guys head out,” Leo says from behind me.
I pull Quincy into the living room with my hand on her lower back to give Leo and Shaw room to get through to Saylor. “We didn’t see Keir, but I’m sure he’s out there somewhere.”
“Well, damn. Someone go find my alpha and make sure he’s okay,” Briar says, planting her hands on her hips.
“Give me two seconds to kiss my omega, and I’ll brave the cold to find your husband,” Shaw says, laughing. “Although, for the record, that man is completely capable of keeping himself alive.”
Quincy looks up at me, blinking her big blue eyes. “I’m very overwhelmed. Can we go upstairs now?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, sweetheart.”
It goes back to that whole thing where I couldn’t deny her if I tried.
My eyes dart to Hartley, and he shakes his head before I can even ask if he’s planning to come up with us.
“I’m going to stay down here for a bit, but if you need anything, just text me.”
Nodding, I try not to laugh.
All it took to finally get some one-on-one time with my baby mama was to be shot.
Yeah, my life isn’t a clusterfuck or anything.
It can’t even be four in the afternoon, and I’m laid up in bed. Not that I should complain, especially with the tender little bundle of omega next to me. She’s curled up on her side as close as she can get with her stomach pushing against my left side. I’ve got that arm wrapped around her back, but if she would just lie directly on me, the day would be looking up significantly.
Quincy is gentle, barely touching my skin as she runs her fingers over my chest. “You have a ton of scars. We’re going to have to get you a bulletproof vest. Do they make entire bodysuits out of that stuff?”
A bark of laughter escapes my lips, and I bite back a groan. This isn’t nearly as bad as the gut shot I took eight years ago, but it seems worse because Quincy is here to witness the aftermath.
“How’s our daughter?” I murmur, using the arm wrapped behind her back to brush over her stomach.
“She’s good,” Quincy says. “Not moving at the moment, but just give it a few minutes. Anytime I get comfortable lately, she wakes up. That probably means we’re going to be in for a wild ride once she’s born.”
“I can’t fucking wait,” I tell her truthfully. “But I’m also not mad about having a few weeks to get to know you better.”
“Me too. I definitely don’t want to rush her arrival. Does six weeks count as a few?” Quincy asks. “Never mind, hardly any babies are born on their actual due date, anyway.”
“You are safe here, Quincy. I know today was a shit show, but my boss is finally engaged in knocking the threat out as swiftly as possible.” I tilt my head until I can see her face. “We will protect you and the baby at all costs.”
Her pretty pink lips blow together as she exhales. “Yeah, I saw firsthand what you were willing to do to keep me and the baby safe, so it’s very easy to believe you.” She pushes up on her forearm and struggles to scoot higher until her face hovers just above mine. Pulling her hand from my chest, she cups my jaw, turning my face even more to hers. “I have such mixed feelings about this morning. Pregnancy has turned me into an irrational, hormonal gremlin. Because rationally, I know if one of us had to get shot, then it should be the not pregnant person. And at the same time, I’m so angry with you for getting shot for me.” She laughs mirthlessly. “None of my emotions make much sense, so I’m just going to say thank you.” Her thumb brushes my lips, and she pushes her mouth to mine.
She’s soft, and I love the way her tits press against my chest as she teases her tongue around mine. My hand cradles her stomach, but I wish I could hold her face. The position doesn’t allow for that. Not unless I was going to move my right arm, but the doc made it clear that I need to give it time to heal if I want to be back to my old self by the time the baby gets here. He gave me a sling, which I won’t be wearing. I do plan to take it easy, though.
Quincy pulls back, taking a deep breath.
There’s a pink tinge to her cheeks that makes my heart thump erratically.
“Can we talk about making sure you’re safe and protected too?” She runs her fingers over my cheek, but I wish thatsexy look would come back. “How can we guarantee this won’t happen again?”
