The idea of being back in Vegas, seeing Harper, and telling Kace has a sob escape me as I break down. I cry and scream as I hold a throw pillow against my chest. Mia wraps an arm around me, and I sob onto her shoulder.
I have no idea how long I’ve been crying for, it feels like hours, but exhaustion is taking over. I sit up, still crying but not as hard. “I need to get some sleep.”
“Go ahead, I’ll clean this up and go grab something for dinner. I’ll give you a few hours, but I will be back and you're gonna need to eat.” She stands up and pulls me off the couch. “Go get some sleep.” I start to walk away, and she calls my name. She has a big bright smile on her face. “Congratulations.”
When I wake up, the sky is turning pink and I realize I’ve slept the day away. I wish I could continue to sleep because I like not thinking, but it’s impossible. My stomach churns and I rush off to the bathroom. I don’t even know how it’s possible to keep throwing up when I haven’t eaten anything. I rest my back on the bathtub and hang my head. How long am I going to feel like this? I can’t take care of myself and worry about how Kace is going to react. I need to get that over with and focus on me. I’m scared of so many things. I have no idea how to take care of a baby, no idea how I’m going to support a baby, no idea how I’m going to do it alone. Not to mention I’m scared of all the things that can go wrong. What if I’m like Mia and lose the baby? What if Kace tries to take the baby from me? I can’t handle the thoughts as more tears. Fuck, is this the hormones? Are they taking over my body already?
After crying as I think of every scenario, I finally drag myself out of the bathroom. I pad to the kitchen and find a note from Mia.
You were still asleep, there’s food in the oven. Text me if you feel like talking.
She’s too nice and I don’t understand it. I thought I was a generous person, but she makes me seem like a huge bitch. I’d offer my friendship if she was pregnant, but I wouldn’t offer to turn my life upside down for her.
I look in the oven and find a grilled cheese and french fries. My stomach growls in approval, so I pull it out. I bring the food and water into the living room and sit down. As much as I don’t want to, I pull out my cell phone and press Harper’s number.
My stomach turns with nerves, but I take a bite of my sandwich to try to give myself some strength.
“Hey, how are you?” Harper answers, happily.
“Hey,” I say, holding back a sob as I hear her voice.
“What’s wrong?” she rushes out.
I want to tell her right now, but I know I need to wait until I see her. She’s either gonna want to hug me or punch me. “Nothing, just getting over something. I’m coming for a visit.”
“When?”
“I’m gonna try to get a flight out tomorrow,” I say. She’s quiet and it causes goose bumps to break out all over my skin. “What’s going on?”
“No, nothing. Let me know what time your fight is, and I’ll pick you up,” she says.
“Harper Madden, what the fuck is going on?” I hiss.
She sighs and I hear a door close. “Nothing for you to worry about it, it’s club business,” she whispers.
Of course, it is. It’s always going to be club business with them. I need to just get there, tell them, and get back to my peaceful place. I’m sure that’s exactly what Kace is going to want anyway. I close my eyes, fighting back more tears.
“Ivy?” Harper questions.
I clear my throat, sitting up straighter. “Sorry, what?”
“I said what’s really going on?”
“We’ll talk tomorrow, I just wanted to let you know I’m coming home.”
She continues to push, but I tell her a friend is coming over so I need to go. I finish half my grilled cheese while I search for flights to Vegas tomorrow. I find one and book it, hoping that tomorrow at this time I’ll be searching for flights back here.
Chapter 5
Kace
“You guys look like shit,” Zane says, laughing as he sits down. He rests his hands behind his head looking over our various injuries. I’ve got stitches above my eye and some bruising around it. My lip is swollen, which caused me to need to remove my lip ring. I fucking hate not having it in, but I need the swelling to go down so it doesn’t rip. Riley’s nose is broken, so he’s rocking a splint on it and some seriously black and blue eyes. Porter’s lip is swollen with a nice gash from his tooth going into his lip. Alex has some bruised ribs, but nothing visible and Finn came out unscathed.
“Fuck off,” Riley says, flipping it off.
Zane blows out a breath, running his hand through his hair as he looks around at us. “We need this deal to go through.”
“You think it will?” I ask, crossing my muscular arms.