Those guys were sick. Poor Emily. Her back and how they brutalized her body. No, it didn’t happen to me, but I saw what her body looked like. That poor girl dated Cameron and when she found out what he was planning on doing to me, he did that to her and let his men have a go at her. Her back is a mess. Her whole entire back was marred with scars and that is something that will forever be engraved in my head.
“Sweetheart,” Kane says while wiping away my tears. I never ever realized that I was crying. Taking my hand, I wipe my sore face. I wince when I hit the bruises.
“Did he?” he starts. He grips me tighter waiting for my answer.
Shaking my head furiously, he lets out a noticeable sigh of relief. I snuggle deeper into Kane wanting to crawl into him and forget the past two days. Then I notice the room around me and hear my babies’ heartbeats.
“My babies. They’re okay?” I ask Kane, scared.
“They’re fine, baby.” He kisses the top of my head and rubs his hand on my belly.
“Where are my kids?”
“They are with your mother.” Nodding my head, I start to drift off. Being in Kane’s arms makes me feel safe, and I just want to soak it up and revel in it.
~*~
Little voices wake me out of my sleep. Managing to open my sore and tired eyes, I notice Kane is still in bed with me. Looking around him I see Arabella and Carter staring at me scared.
“Momma huwt.” Her bottom lip trembles.
Waving her forward, I raise up in bed and motion for Kane to pick her up. She sits on his lap and just stares at my face. “Mommy is okay, sweetheart.”
She nods her little head. She then wraps her arms around my neck and climbs into my lap. I notice that Carter didn’t come over. “You too, sweetheart.”
He runs over and hugs my side. “I love you, Mom.”
My heart is about to explode with joy. Tears roll down my face. “I love you too, Carter, so much.” His little shoulders are shaking from crying. Kane looks at us all with a tortured look. He hates to see people cry.
“I love you,” I mouth at him and he presses a kiss on my forehead.
“I love you, sweetheart. So much.”
Closing my eyes, I smile because I have my family. Kane and these kids are my whole life. Kane popped into my life when I least expected it. Now I have my kids, Arabella and Carter, who captured mine and Kane’s heart. Kissing the tops of their heads, I look up at Kane and smile. Because of him, I have my forever and because of Kane protecting his forever, we now are a family.
Epilogue
Six months later
I’m in labor. My water broke right in the middle of a restaurant. Kane left me standing because he lost his ever-loving mind when he saw that it was time. His face turned white as snow and his mouth fell open. He stared at my vagina like a baby was going to pop its head out and say peek-a-boo.
I carried these two babies to full-term which is rare for having twins. My boys didn’t want to come into the world just yet. Yes, I’m having two little boys. God help me if they’re anything like their dad.
Kane comes back a second later. He takes my hand and leads me out to his truck, his hand shaking as he does so. He opens the truck door and when he goes to lift me up I bend over as the first contraction hits. Holy mother of God, that freaking hurts.
“Oh shit, baby. Was that supposed to happen?” He starts wandering his hands all over my body like he can fix it and it freaking pisses me off.
“Get your hands off of me!” I hiss and glare at him.
He jumps back holding his hands up in the air. “Baby, I need to put you in the truck,” he tries to convince me. Sighing, I lift my arms so he can pick me up.
Once my butt hits the soft leather seats I lean back to relax. Kane runs across the front of the vehicle and jumps in the truck. He puts the key in the ignition and burns rubber as he tries to race out of the parking lot.
“Holy mother of God!” I scream as another contraction hits. I grip my belly and bang my head against the window.
“This is killing me!” Kane yells and cusses at himself.
I can feel the horns sprouting out of my head. “You!” I scream. “I have a fucking head trying to squeeze its way out of my vagina. Which is fucking small!”
“I’m sorry!” he apologizes and tries to take my hand. I jerk my hand away glare at him.
“Keep your hands and demon dick away from me!” I yell and groan again as the contractions starts to fade.
Kane doesn’t say anything else. Smart man. Then I feel bad, but I don’t. “I’m sorry, Kane. It freaking hurts,” I whine to him.
“I know, baby.” He laughs and I see the bright lights of the hospital up ahead. Another contraction hits. I grab Kane’s hand and bite a hunk out of it. “Ouch!” he yells and tries to pull away.