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Seeing Frog in the infirmary with having a cast on his entire arm hit me hard.
What the fuck would cause him to do something so monumentally stupid?
Getting captured. What the fuck?
In fact, I was about to open my mouth to ask him when my phone rang.
Stepping out of his room to see the rest of the team waiting on him to be released, I checked the caller and then frowned.
Quickly, I calculated the time difference and had to frown. It was two in the morning there.
So why the fuck would Storm be calling me?
Without another thought except that he was calling to tell me that something was wrong with Raine, I accepted the call and put it to my ear.
“Pres?”
“Brother. You need to get home now. Get to Carolina Regional as fast as you can. She’s okay. But she’s going to need you.”
At his words about the hospital, I spun on my boot and hurriedly went to talk to the man in charge.
“What is it?” I asked him.
“Better if she tells you, brother. But get here. Yeah? I’m here, and Lena is here. But she’s going to need you.”
Cursing a streak, a mile long, when my team saw my face which I was sure held nothing but pure terror, and heard my voice, they all came to attention.
And like that, thirteen hours later, my team with me, I climbed into Clip's SUV as the rest of my team climbed into my brother’s vehicles, and then in a convoy, we drove like a bat out of hell to the hospital.
When we made it to the hospital, Clip’s SUV didn’t even come to a full stop as I was out of it and racing inside.
Dirt. Sand. Mud. Blood. You name it, it was on my uniform.
Seeing Storm, Lena, Red, Gravel, Porter, Shea, Hippie, Ripper, Cason, Cassidee, Stella, and some of the nurses that work with Raine sitting in chairs, I made a beeline for the group.
My team filed in behind me, reaching Storm, I asked, “Where is she?”
“They had to run a few tests. And she told me I could tell you. She doesn’t think she can. Sit down, son, you’re going to need it.” Storm told me, and those words sent a chill through my body I’d never felt before.
But I wasn’t sitting down. Been sitting down for the past thirteen hours and some odd minutes it took to get here.
He saw the look of determination on my face, nodded and then said, “She was going to tell you on the day you left. When she got home you were packing and in a hurry. She didn’t want you to do whatever it was you needed to while worrying about her.”
I nodded, “Okay.”
He swallowed, tears in the old man’s eyes, “She was coming to tell you she was pregnant.”
And those words, the word was, catapulted my heart to beating triple.
“Was?” I asked harshly.
Storm shook his head, “She called me last night. She had a miscarriage. They had to perform a c-section because she was unconscious and couldn’t deliver the baby's body.”
Almost as if I didn’t understand it, my legs came out from underneath me, and then I would have fallen on my ass if whoever was all behind me, hadn’t reacted quickly to grab my body.
I was led to a chair and then replayed his words over and over in my head.
Roughly, I whispered, “No. Don’t you dare tell me that. Don’t you dare tell me that I chose a mission over her. Don’t.”
