He nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. His whole world was changing. “Can I go in and see her now?”
“Yes, but she needs as little stress as possible.” The doctor looked him up and down. “I have the number for Dr. Stinson the OBGYN.”
“I have the money to pay. Can I have the number?”
“Sure. I’ll give it to you before you and your wife leave. I’ll write a referral, too.”
“Thank you.”
The doctor smiled and walked away.
“Why the fuck is the doctor calling Becky your wife? I thought I heard someone say before we left, that you’d called her that when she fell, but I thought you said that to get to her.”
Clenching his fists, Damon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he sighed. “Can we talk about this after we’ve seen Becky?”
Jacob glared at him for a while before he sighed and nodded. “Fine. I want to talk about what he was going on about with a baby”
“Um…yeah, okay.” Unclenching his fists, Damon opened the door to Becky’s room and they stepped inside. She lay in bed with a drip in her arm and monitors everywhere. There were two chairs in the room and he picked up one and sat it beside the bed.
Becky’s eyes fluttered open and she groaned. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone.”
Grinding his teeth, Damon gripped the edge of the bed and took deep breaths to calm himself. “Why?”
She avoided his gaze. “I’m not your type.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks and he swore. “What the fuck? If you’re not my type, then why the hell did I marry you?”
“I don’t know, maybe you thought it would keep your work happy. It didn’t even feel like a real wedding. I mean, shouldn’t there have been a lot more paperwork, and don’t you have to send it all away to be registered and so on? Not only that, I’m Australian. Don’t I need to do extra stuff?”
Scrubbing his face, Damon prayed for patience. She thought they weren’t really married. Right now he wished they weren’t. He was so angry. “Everything was sent away. I received a confirmation and have both certificates. You are my wife.”
“What the fuck?” Jacob growled and stormed over to Damon. “How could you? You cunt!”
Jacob’s fist connected to his face and Damon reeled back before bracing himself, ready for more off Jacob, he would only hit him once, he deserved that. Jacob came at him again and this time he hit him, but Jacob punched his stomach.
Becky yelled, “Stop. Stop now! Jacob, please let me talk to Damon. When I send him out you can talk to me if you still want to.”
Jacob’s eyes darted from him to a pale Becky, then back to him. “When you’re done I want to talk.” Damon knew he didn’t want to talk. Jacob wanted to fight. Damon nodded and Jacob turned to Becky. “Sweetheart, I’ll be back when he leaves.”
“Thank you, Jacob.” Becky watched Jacob leave before her gaze fell on Damon. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have left it this long to see you, either. I called you so many times these last twelve weeks. Well, not the last couple of weeks since I learned who you really are and saw the women you go for. Also, you changed your number.” Her eyes narrowed on him. “So, if we’re really married, is it okay if I date other people since it seems fine for you to take hot models out on dates?”
Shit. Damon knew those promo stunts would come back and bite him on the ass. “No, you cannot date anyone else. The women you saw were publicity stunts.” He wanted to hit something or someone, he was so frustrated by everything that had happened and was happening. “One minute I’m getting told I’m too wild and I have to curb my ‘bad boy ways.’ Then I’m told I’m being too good and everyone wants the bad boy back. I wish they’d fucking make up their minds.” Damon stood and paced. “I haven’t been performing at my best. I did today.” He stopped pacing and looked at her. “You were at my game.”
“Not until the game started. I was in the toilet before that, talking myself into going.”
He bet when she walked in his game picked up. “That makes sense, figures you’re my lucky charm.” He sat and took her hand in his. “You should have told me about the baby.”
“I didn’t think you wanted children. I remember you telling me you’re not father material.”
“I don’t… I mean… I want ours.” Crap, this wasn’t going right. “I’m not really father material. I’ll try, though. I want you to move in with me. I have a huge house with everything you could need.” Where had that come from? He was happy living alone. Damon didn’t even invite any of the women he dated to his house. He had an apartment he took them to.