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Although heisyounger than me. And immature. Before he changed, that is. He grew up a lot on that island. He became a man on that island.
Was the change permanent, though? That’s the million dollar question.
I pull the thin blanket up to my chin and stare at the ceiling, smiling when I feel the baby move inside me. I feel so grateful, but also scared, and confused, and heartbroken.
I need him.
But now, I don’t know if I should.
Chapter 49
Vincent
Breakfast is eggs, toast,and something that looks like it’s supposed to be bacon. But I’m doubtful.
I eat all that shit anyway, though, because I’m starving. It don’t taste as good as that fuck ass boar did, but it hits the spot.
After I finish, a nurse comes in to check my vitals. I ask about Ari, about if she’s awake, if she ate, and how the baby’s doing, but this lady don’t understand me. She leaves and sends the translator back in, and he saunters in all happy like shit is sweet.
As calmly as I possibly can, I look at him and say, “Respectfully, if I don’t see my girl in the next five minutes, it’s gon’ be a problem.”
His face falls. “Mr. Newcastle—“
“I ain’t askin’,” I say. “I know about theprotocolo, and the psychology, and all that other shit. And I’m telling you, you got five minutes to let me see her or I’m goin’ ape on y'all niggas.”
“Sir, please—“
I stand up, ripping the IV tape off my arm. “I’ll find her myself.”
That gets everybody’s attention.
Within seconds, there’s another nurse, a man in uniform, and the doctor all standing in the fuckin’ doorway. They’re all talking at once, telling me to calm down, to sit, to wait. But I don’t.
“Move the fuck out the way,” I say, my voice low now, steady in that way I get when I’ve made up my mind. “Move or get moved. Your choice.”
They make the wise decision to step out my way. I don’t know where the fuck I’m going, but I’ll find her. I don’t care if I gotta do a sweep of this entire building, top to bottom.
“Mr. Newcastle!”
Rick O’Donnell, the embassy guy, jogs up behind me.
“She’s in room seven. Can I take you to her?”
I wave him off. “My legs work.”
There it is. Room seven. That was easy.
When I open the door, there she is.
My island angel.
She’s sitting up in bed, face all sad, eyes wide when she sees me. She looks beautiful, but also strange in this setting.
I cross the room in two steps and pull her into my arms.
“Hey,” I say against her cheek. “How you feelin’?”
“I’m okay,” she says. “I heard the baby’s heartbeat.”
