Page 61 of My Omega's Baby
Shit.
There was one panicked moment where I thought about the baby I carried, but then I pushed all thoughts of myself away and body slammed the kid to the ground. There was a loudbangand the fans screamed and scattered. My side hurt like hell, but I kept on top of the kid, who continued to curse and wrestle with me.
Two security guards came rushing up to help, and we managed to subdue the kid and take the gun away. I was breathing like I’d run a race, and sweat streaked down my face. My side burned and I glanced down and saw a red stain on my shirt. Panicked, I pulled my shirt up and was relieved to see the bullet hadn’t gone into my body. There was a long, bloody welt on my skin, but he hadn’t actually shot me.
The relief was overwhelming, and I felt like crying because the baby was safe. I squeezed my eyes and held back the emotions that attacked me, and I sucked in a calming breath.
The baby is okay.
“Shit.” Riley ran up to me with a horrified expression as he stared at my blood-stained shirt. “Are you hurt?”
I shook my head and took his arm. “Do you know that guy?” I was still tense, worried that maybe the kid hadn’t acted alone. You never knew in a situation like this.
“No. I’ve never seen him before.” He looked pale and rattled. “Was he trying to… hurt me?”
“Yeah. You could say that.”
The security guards had dragged the kid down the hallway, but he kept screaming toward us, begging Riley to talk to him. When the cops arrived, they cuffed the kid and took him away. One of them came down and talked to me to get my side of the story. Then he interviewed a bunch of the fans who’d been in the hallway when it all went down.
I had an almost overwhelming need to call Wyatt. I wanted to hear his voice so bad I physically ached, but I didn’t have any privacy and I had to focus on Riley. We spent another hour talking to the authorities, and then we had to head over to the concert arena where Riley needed to do his sound check.
I pushed all thoughts of Wyatt and the baby from my mind and got back into game mode.
Chapter Sixteen
Wyatt
“How’s Blade feeling today?” My mom poured a cup of coffee and set it in front of me. “He’s not answering my messages.”
“He’s working, Mom. I’ve told you not to expect him to respond when he’s on a job.” I took a sugar cookie from the plate she had on the table. Blade had mentioned to me that my mom was calling and texting a lot. He seemed more confused by her concern than anything, but I knew it put extra pressure on him too. He wasn’t used to anyone caring about him.
“Is there some reason he couldn’t just send me a quick text letting me know he’s alive?”
I leaned toward her. “I’m your son. Not him. You can guilt me into things, but he isn’t going to fall for it.”
She sniffed. “Nobody is trying to guilt anyone. He’s carrying my grandchild; I want to know he’s okay.”
“Well, he needs his space. He’s a grown man.” I think I was trying to convince myself as well as her. I’d had a bad feeling all night, and I hadn’t heard from Blade since he’d flown out. I’d tried to convince myself he was just busy, but it did bother me that he apparently didn’t miss me like I missed him.
“I just think in an unusual situation like this, he’d be better about communicating. We’re the only family he has.” She sipped her coffee.
“But he isn’t really our family, and we can’t expect him to behave like he is.”
“He should be grateful. He’d be completely alone if it wasn’t for us.”
“He’s not used to having anyone concerned about him, Mom. I’m used to you nagging me all the time.”
She scowled. “Very funny.”
I smirked. “You think I’m kidding?”
“It’s important he eat right and get rest. I’m afraid if I don’t remind him, he’ll let that stuff slip.”
“I keep after him too. You really don’t need to worry so much.”
She dropped a sugar cube into her coffee with a loud plop. “Easy for you to say.”
“He’s doing fine. He even put on a few pounds.” I was relieved about that as well. When he’d started losing weight, it had freaked me out a little.
