Page 15 of Paradox
CHAPTER 5
RAGE
***Gage***
“My wife, Raven Hunter. She was brought in earlier,” I tell the nurse, the urgency clear. She doesn’t even look up at me. I drum my fingers on the desk in impatience.
“Just take a seat and I’ll let you know when I have some information, sir.”
I want to tell her where to stuff the seat, but I’m already in hot water with Raven. I don’t want to do anything that could get me into more trouble, causing me to miss the birth of my kids.
Fuck that. I don’t care what my wife says; I’m going to be in that fucking room.
I drop down into the chair next to Ellen and Charger, placing my elbows on my knees and dropping my head in my hands.
Fucking Britney.
I don’t know what I ever saw in her.
Yeah, you do. You just didn’t know what a bitch she was because you didn’t care to find out.
“Did you really cheat on Raven?”
Slowly, I turn my head to glare at my sister. “Of course not. Why doesn’t anyone believe me?”
“Because she’s a ho, and you were a ho. Maybe you had a ho ho merry Christmas.”
My eyes widen. If I weren’t in this fucked-up situation, I’d find her words funny. Charger chuckles but quickly stops when I glare at him. “No, Ellen! I didn’t go anywhere near her.”
“Okay.” She shrugs. “I’m not the one you need to convince.”
“I know that, but she won’t fucking talk to me.”
Her narrowed eyes meet mine, searching for the truth. I don’t know if she finds it, but her gaze shifts and she nods to something behind me. “Here comes Jon.”
I rush to meet him, eager to find out what’s going on.
“E?”
“We have her set up in a room and the docs are with her. I think the babies are coming.”
“Fuck! Tonight?” I search his eyes for any emotion, hoping he won’t spew some doctor bullshit at me. His reaction will let me know how to gauge the severity of the situation. However, he keeps a professional demeanor.
“Maybe. Depends on if she can do it naturally or if they have to do a C-section.”
“What if they’re—” I swallow hard, forcing the words out. “—not ready?”
“Under normal circumstances, twins are usually early. Most do well any time after thirty-two weeks.”
“Shit. Yeah, I remember you saying that at one of our appointments.”
“Right. With the complications… we just have to wait and see, brother.”
“Can I see her?” I try to ignore the pounding in my head.
“I’ll take you to her, but the rest is up to her.”
“No, the fuck it’s not. If any of you think I’m going to sit out here twiddling my fucking thumbs while my babies enter this world, you’re all fucking crazy.”
