Page 72 of Lore
“What?”
“Get dressed, we have to go to the hospital. Scorp called.”
His brows knit as he tries to process my words while he’s still half asleep. He quickly rises and stands in front of me. “Who’s hurt?”
“It’s Daisy,” I say, swallowing hard. “The baby. It’s ours.”
He makes a choking sound, mixed with laughter that lacks his usual humor. “Stop messing around.”
“I’m not,” I reply quietly.
We share a look.
“Fuck,” he grunts, stalking toward the bathroom with his hands behind his neck.
Neither of us is father material.
The first baby we ever held was Zade, Ora’s son, and that was just last week.
It’s the blind fucking leading the blind here.
And the child’s mother is a club girl.
What life is this baby going to have?
While Bones gets ready, I pull out my phone and do an internet search on what newborns need. Apparently, a lot. I’m going to need Ora’s help with this one.
On our way to our bikes, I turn to Bones. “Should we bring something?”
At the same time, he says, “We should bring something, right?”
One mind.
“What, though? I don’t know what a baby needs.”
I nod in agreement. “Let’s go check out the situation, and then we can go buy everything.” I pause. “Should we bring Daisy flowers or something? She did just push out our baby.”
A muscle works in his jaw. “Yeah, all right. We can get something in the hospital gift shop.”
We take care of what’s ours.
It doesn’t matter who the baby actually belongs to.
He or she is ours.
It’s as simple and as complicated as that.
When we step inside the hospital, we find Scorp waiting for us at reception. The concerned look on his face doesn’t bode well for us. He looks away from the paperwork in his hands, his green eyes darting from one of us to the other.
“I don’t know how to say this.”
“Just tell us,” I demand quietly.
He rubs the back of his neck. “Daisy left. She had the baby, and she left.”
I share a look with Bones, eyebrows scrunched.
“What do you fucking mean she left?” Bones snarls, his jaw tightening. “Where the hell did she go?”
