Page 67 of Guilty For You


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“School physical.” I gave her the rehearsed answer I’d planned and poured the rest of my tea down the drain and rinsed it out.

“Oh, okay.” She rinsed out her cereal bowl and wrapped her arms around me, leaning her head on my shoulder. “I’m happy to be home, even if Kansas was great. I needed to come home and be with you.”

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back, self-conscious of the slight bulge in my lower stomach poking into her. I didn’t have a baby bump, but I’d lost so much weight already from being so sick, that my uterus literally just pushed out of my body. “I’m glad you’re home too Mad, I missed you.”

She pulled back and kissed my cheek, “I’m going to head out and get that done. I’ll see you later.”

I smiled and nodded, and she turned, grabbing her purse and keys and walked out the front door as I sagged against the counter.

I needed to tell her.

Or she was going to find out on her own, and that would destroy her.

Before I could do that, I needed to get ready to go for my first OB appointment. I’d face all the other stuff another time.

Right now, was for me.

“There’s the little heart,” My doctor said as she waved the ultrasound wand over my stomach and highlighted the small blinking organ on the screen. “Let’s take a listen.” Seconds later the sweet melodic beating of my baby’s heart filled the room and I fell so in love with it my own heart wept.

And so did I.

My doctor was one of the sweetest people I’d ever met, and she took everything I told her in the initial part of my appointment in stride.

It wasn’t every day a new patient came in, pregnant by a man that murdered her brother and was now facing twenty-five years in jail.

She gave me nausea meds to help combat the morning sickness and set me up for another appointment in a few weeks. I left with the small black and white photos of my baby to treasure until I could see it again.

The whole way home I continued to imagine everything my little baby would accomplish in their life and how I would work my hardest to give them everything I never had. Suddenly the idea of working my ass off in a busy ER so I could afford to pay for sports and Christmas presents and everything else kids wanted, didn’t crush my soul so much. I would do it gladly, to ensure that they were happy.

But all those optimistic thoughts swirled down the drain when I pulled in my driveway and saw the President of the Rusty Hawks MC sitting on his Harley, talking to my sister.

I shoved the evidence of my appointment into my purse and ripped off the tape from the inside of my arm where they drew my blood and scrambled out of my car.

“What are you doing here?” I snapped at Colt and stood between him and Maddie like I could physically shield her from the news I was trying to hide from her.

Colt put his hands up in front of him. “Just stopping by for a chat, D.” He shook his head, “I meant no harm.”

“Go inside, Maddie.” I hissed and gave her a gentle shove towards the front door.

“No.” She said, and I looked at her for the first time. Her eyes were wide as she looked between the two of us. “Somethings going on, and I want to know what it is.”

“Please, Mad,” I sighed, closing my eyes as the weight of the world rested on my shoulders. “Please, just go inside.”

“No!” She hissed and put her hands on her hips. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“You should tell her, D.” Colt said with a level of concern, “You can’t hold it all together on your own.”

“Stop.” I barked at him and flung my hands out at my sides. “I want you to leave.”

He’d stopped by a dozen times since I got the news of Fox’s arrest two weeks ago, but I ignored him every time, refusing to acknowledge his presence on my porch until he left. Sometimes he left a note, asking me to call him, other times he’d leave cash taped to the door. But I just mailed it back to him, I didn’t want anything from the club.

He pursed his lips together and adjusted himself on his bike. “I came here to get you. We need to go somewhere.”

“No.” I shook my head, not even caring where he wanted to take me. “No, Colt.”

“Yes, Delilah.” He argued. “You’re going to tell Maddie the truth, and then you’re going to come with me to see, Fox.”

My blood ran cold as the man inserted himself into my business, forcing my hand.

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