Her Big Bad Mistake(18)

Beck closed her eyes as Amanda screamed Damon’s name. She opened them just as the gate opened. Maybe Damon wouldn’t remember her. She rolled her eyes, she highly doubted that but right now she could dream.

Damon was the second to last player to come through and Becky felt like she was going to be sick. She pulled on her arm to get it out of Amanda’s grasp, but not before her gaze locked onto Damon’s. Becky felt like her heart missed a beat. Damon took his helmet off and Becky stumbled back as his intense gaze locked with hers. Amanda let her go to reach out to him. Becky felt her vision cloud as Damon took his gloves off. Becky frantically backed up but her way was blocked as more people gathered around.

Her whole body started to shake as security came over and tried to move Damon along but he wouldn’t go. He came to the side and tried to climb up. Becky knew she had to go. She turned and her whole world spun.

The last thing she heard was Damon yell, “Get the fuck off me! That’s my wife.”





Chapter Seven


Amanda, Becky’s friend, kept looking over at him and shaking her head. Sighing, Damon went over to her. “Hi, I’m Dam—”

“I know who you are. I just didn’t know you were the guy who did that.” She pointed at the hospital room. “To her.”

He took a deep breath and curbed his annoyance. “Look, I don’t know what Becky told you about me, but—”

“She didn’t tell me much, just that the baby daddy was a douche and she’d met him at Disney World and made the biggest mistake of her life later in Vegas. I didn’t ask anything more. She was going back to Australia before the baby was born and she couldn’t fly anymore.”

His anger rose and he clenched his fist. “Was she even going to tell me she was fucking pregnant?” He hit the wall and Amanda flinched.

“Yeah, she was, but she was scared. I didn’t know you were the father.” Amanda shrugged. “I probably wouldn’t have believed her.”

Caleb and Jacob came around the corner and saw him. They both had worried expression on their faces. Amanda turned and her eyes widened.

“Is Becky okay? What happened to her? Can I go in and see her? I should have insisted we see her when she called.” Damon cringed at the scared tone in Jacob’s voice. Shit, he should never have fallen for Becky when Jacob was interested in her.

Damon was thankful his friend hadn’t heard he’d called Becky his wife. Damon still couldn’t believe he was married. He wasn’t really the marrying type. Damon hoped Jacob would forgive him. “She has a concussion.” Damon didn’t tell them about the baby, he was still coming to terms with that himself.

“So Becky will be okay?” Caleb asked.

“Ah, I’m waiting for the doctor. He should be back in a minute and he’ll tell us more.” Caleb and Jacob nodded and leaned against the wall.

Amanda’s phone started ringing and she glanced down at it. “Look, I have to go. Tell Becky I’ll talk to her later and to call me if she needs me. I can bring her some clothes.”

Jacob smiled at Amanda. “She’ll be fine with us. We’ll look after her.” Jacob went over to her and Damon watched as he exchanged numbers with Amanda. Damon kicked himself—he should have done that.

Amanda smiled. “Ah, you must be the one she said she wished she’d been with.”

Damon groaned, narrowed his stare at Amanda, and prayed she didn’t say anything else. Damon could see it was too late, though. Jacob stiffened, nodded, and went back over to Caleb, but Jacob’s gaze never left him.

The doctor came by soon after and they waited in the lobby as Damon went into Becky’s room. Jacob gave him death stares and Caleb sure wasn’t smiling. Damon stood outside Becky’s room and moved when the doctor came out and went straight to him. They stood together at the side of the door.

“Mr. Chet, your wife needs to take it easy. Becky has high blood pressure and is showing signs of rare, early preeclampsia. As she is still in her first trimester we can’t do anything but it will hopefully go away. She was lucky the fall didn’t cause any harm to the baby. Dr. Stinson is an OBGYN, a good one.”

Doubt seeped into his mind. Was this child his? “How far along is she?”

The doctor didn’t seem to break his stride as he said, “For twelve weeks she seems right on target.”

Fuck, that was Vegas. Why the hell hadn’t she told him? Why hadn’t she contacted him? “Is she awake?”

“Mrs. Chet is resting. You can go in two at a time, but only one other visitor at a time. We’ll watch her for the concussion tonight but she won’t be going home until her blood pressure lowers. Once it’s lowered we will discharge her as long as she has someone to look after her and make sure she has an appointment with an OBGYN.”