Page 72 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“He’ll be okay,” Wyatt smiles to himself. “Dylan is too stubborn to just die.”
“Not to mention,” I laugh, “if he dies, Becca and the baby will end up with Dr. Douche. It’ll be like I jinxed them when I assumed that was the doctor’s baby. The fucker would haunt me forever. Ghosts freak me the fuck out.”
I shut up when I see both Devereaux and Wyatt just staring at me in confusion. I’m not sure what I’m talking about at this point either.
We are finally home, and I am the first one to get out of the van. I can’t wait to kiss Emily. I might even go for a quicky before I leave again, for the hospital this time.
I am surprised when I open the door and hear chatter. A kid is asking questions and Arlene is answering each one.
“Dude,” I grin from ear to ear when I walk into the living room and see little Ethan Knight plopped right in the middle of the living room. “Remember me?”
We didn’t really get to chat the last time he visited seeing as his father was busy beating my ass over his baby mamma number two.
“Puck.” He points at me and smiles.
“That’s right.”
I put my fist out for him to bump, but I almost want to take it back when I see the way he pulls his arm back, then punches my knuckles so hard, I see stars.
“Damn,” I shake my hand, making Wyatt laugh.
Alison gets up from the couch, worry obvious on her face. She gently places the baby into some swing contraption thing, then flies right into her husband’s arms.
“Wy,” she cries. “I was so damn worried, baby.”
Wyatt hugs her back, whispering nonsense into her ear and rocking her from side to side.
About the same thing is happening on the other side of me where Arlene is in Devereaux’s arms.
“Is everyone okay?” she whispers. “Where’s Sully?”
My eyes go around the room, looking for the only person I care to see right now.
“Where’s Em?” I finally ask when I can’t locate her anywhere.
“Who’s that?” Ethan asks, making me laugh.
“That’s my wife, dude. Emily.”
“She went to her room,” Ethan informs me with his serious face. “To go potty.”
“Ah, perfect,” I wink at him. I almost go for another fist bump, but then I change my mind and opt for a high five. “Thanks, dude!”
I leave everyone to whatever they’re doing, taking the stairs two at a time as I head to the second floor. I run down the hallway to where Emily’s room is. The silence meeting my ears when I open the door makes me want to tiptoe around. As I walk toward the bathroom to wash up really quick, I glance toward the bed, expecting to see her sleeping form under the covers.
I stop in my tracks when I realize there’s no one there. I barge into the bathroom and look all over, behind the door and inside the shower included.
“What the fuck,” I keep on repeating to myself when I walk back out and do another sweep of the bedroom.
I run out, my heavy boots stomping on the staircase until I make it downstairs. Both Wyatt and Devereaux are alert when I walk in. I guess listening to me about to break my neck trying to get here faster was enough to catch their attention.
“Where is she?” Devereaux barks at me as soon as we make eye contact.
“Not in this fucking house,” I answer with anger coating my voice.
“What?”
Both Alison and Arlene walk closer, fear obvious on their faces.
