“Your fiancé is fine. She has a concussion, and she is bruised. It looks like she took a few beatings.”
I staggered, swaying like I had one too many beers, and Logan caught me. That bastard hit her?
“I had to set her thumb; it was broken, most likely from breaking it herself to get out of restraints. She was smart to do so. The baby is fine. I recommend bed rest for a few months so she can heal, but other than that, she will be just fine.”
I blinked, and the tears in my eyes couldn’
t be stopped as they rained down my face. “They are okay?”
The doctor slapped his hand on my shoulder and tilted his chin down, peering at me through the top of his glasses. “They are going to be just fine. Your family is okay, Mr. Stoneridge.”
“Thank you,” I sobbed and then cleared my throat to get myself together. “Thank you so much.”
“Just doing my job.”
“Anything you want,” I said. “You want new medical equipment? Your nurses need raises? Whatever the fuck you want, it’s yours. I’ll be donating a few million as a thank you.”
“That’s very generous of you, but you don’t have to.”
“Yes, I do,” I said. “You said the love of my life and my child. You deserve everything. Can I see them?” My baby wasn’t even close to being born yet, and I acted as if they were ready for me to hold.
“I’ll take you to them, come on. Everyone can come.” The doctor waved his hand, and his white coat drifted behind him. The hospital was a maze. There was no way I could find her room on my own. We took like five left turns and three rights before we came to her room.
She was awake.
“Lucy,” I ran to her side, and her heart rate monitor beeped, the sweet song that would be my favorite sound for the rest of my life. I sat down on the bed and ran my fingers through her hair while my other hand laid on her stomach. “I’m so fucking glad you’re safe. I love you. I love you so much. You scared me. I almost lost the both of you.”
“You know?” Her voice was so hoarse from that bastard choking her. Her throat was already bruising, black and blue. Her eyes swam with tears. “I wanted to tell you. I wanted it to be perfect when I told you, and I was scared. I’m so sorry,” she wailed, placing a hand on top of my on her flat stomach. I couldn’t wait to see it swell and grow. “I’m sorry. I love you.”
“Shh, it doesn’t matter now. You’re safe. That’s what matters.” I kissed her forehead and relished in her being in my arms again. “That’s all that matters.”
“Hey, you,” Logan said in the doorway.
“Logan,” she whispered.
He came around the other side of the bed and kissed her cheek. “You scared me, Luce.”
“I’m okay.”
“You better be! You are a bitch for scaring me like that,” Maria said, standing next to Logan, but took Lucy’s hand in hers. “Don’t ever do that again.”
“I’ll try not to,” she said, her hand cupping her throat. She opened her mouth to say something else, but I stopped her.
“Don’t. Rest. Save your voice. I’ll be here. I’m never leaving your side again, and you’re never leaving mine.” I slipped a six-carat solitaire Ruby nested in the middle on the rose gold band on her ring finger. “And you’re never leaving my side again.”
That I would take to my grave. This woman taught me the difference between love and lust and everything that fits in between.
Epilogue
Lucy
Nine months later
“Count,” he said, slapping my ass again.
I cried out, shaking from my last orgasm. I couldn’t be tossed over his lap anymore, not when my stomach was the size of Texas. I was bent over the bed, my hands bracing my body weight as he rammed his cock into me, and with every thrust, he spanked me.
I loved having both sensations. His cock punched my sensitive spot inside my channel, and with every hungry slap of his hand on my ass and his heavy sack against my clit, it was only a matter of time before I came again.