Making the Cut (Son's of Templar MC)(69)

She might have continued speaking, but I couldn't hear through the roar in my ears.

"No." I whispered.

This couldn't be happening, this wasn't real. There is no way Ian could  be dead. That was impossible. The sobs at the end of the phone told me  different.

"NO!" I screamed, jerking the phone from my ear and hurling it at the  wall in front of me. I didn't react as it smashed against the brick.  Pain, like nothing I'd ever felt before slashed through every fiber of  my being. I thought I knew about pain, having been as close to death as I  had. But I knew nothing. Nothing. Jimmy breaking my ribs with his steel  cap boots? A feather touch. My skull being broken when it hit concrete  floor? A gentle kiss. My cheek opening when a ring tore through the  skin? A cool breeze. They were nothing compared to the agony I was going  through at this moment. I heard people calling my name around me but I  couldn't see through the pain, I couldn't breathe through the pain. I  collapsed just as strong arms caught me. Nothing registered.

"No, no, no no." I chanted. This isn't happening, this isn't real, someone made some sort of mistake.

I clung to the delusion, the desperate hope that this wasn't real. But  the pain was real. The agony of my soul being ripped apart, of my heart  shattering into a million different pieces, that was real. Suddenly real  pain, physical, in my stomach caused me to double over.

"Gwen!" Someone screamed my name in desperation.

I felt wetness between my legs. My baby is all I thought before I blacked out.



Cade

Cade heaved back the covers yelling Gwen's name as she ran out the door.  He put on some jeans, glaring at the whore walking towards him. Any  other bitch with half a brain would catch the look on his face and run a  mile. Not this cunt.

"Let her go baby, she needs to understand … " He cut the bitch short with  his hand on her neck, he pushed her roughly against the wall. He  relished the sound of her choking.

"Shut your fucking mouth bitch. I didn't go fucking near you last night.  Didn't touch your disease ridden body. I went to sleep alone. Now  whatever the fuck you thought when you skulked in here is something you  will regret for the rest of you life." He slammed her against the wall  then roughly dropped her, following Gwen. When he reached the bottom of  the stairs Bull seized him by the shoulders, slamming him against the  wall, a lot rougher than he had Ginger.                       
       
           



       

"What the fuck brother? You have a woman like Gwen, a woman pregnant  with your child and you fuck around on her with that skank? You are one  sick fucker." He snarled, his voice vibrating with fury.

Cade shoved him back just as roughly. "I didn't fuck around on her! Let  me the fuck go so I can tell her that!" He bellowed, ready to kill his  brother if he stopped him getting to Gwen. Bull looked at him a beat  then stepped aside.

Cade ran through the carnage of the night before, ignoring the groans as he trampled the people passed out on the floor.

"Gwen!" He roared again, seeing her stumble out the door and into the parking lot, phone to her ear.

He got to the door, not slowing his pace, but relieved when he realized  he would reach her as she stopped dead. He tried to bury the fury at  what that slut Ginger had done. It was hard, the flames of anger were  burning at his throat, but they were quelled at the thought of Gwen  pregnant with his child. Gwen growing his baby inside her creating their  family. He couldn't help but smile on the inside, despite the fact he  had a fuck ton of explaining to do. Gwen would believe him. She had to.  She knew he would never do that to her.

His thoughts froze as a tortured "NO!" filled the air. There was so much  pain in that one word he broke into a sprint, watching Gwen throw her  phone then double over in pain. He made it to her just in time to catch  her in his arms.

"Gwen baby, talk to me what is it?" He stroked her head struggling to  keep the panic out of his voice. His concern for her, for the baby  almost crippled him.

"Gwen!" he asked again, frantic, running his hands over her, searching  for an injury, a cause for the horrible sounds coming out of her. Tears  streamed down her face, a grimace of such raw pain covered it he  flinched.

"No, No, No, No," she whispered over and over, her voice anguished.

"Baby tell me..." Cade was almost over the edge when her cry of pain  interrupted him, she clutched her stomach and fear ran ice cold through  his veins. At that moment, Lucky and Steg came sprinting over, faces  grim.

"What is it Cade, what's wrong with Gwen?" Lucky bit out eyes frantic.

"Call a fucking ambulance, NOW!" Cade screamed and he watched in horror as blood trickled down her legs.



Gwen

I woke to that beeping again. That all too familiar hospital beeping.  Great. I creaked one of my eyes open, expecting to see Ian curled up in  the corner. Then the horror of it all washed over me. The phone call,  Mum's tortured voice, Ian. He was dead. My brother was dead. I vaguely  noticed the beeping beside me getting louder as the pain ripped through  me once more. How could this be real? This couldn't be real. Ian wasn't  dead. No someone else was, they just thought it was Ian. It's just a big  mistake. Yes it had to be, a mistake.

I struggled to contain my breathing as Sarah, my baby doctor rushed in  looking worried. A fresh wave of horror settled over me. The pain. The  feeling of my baby leaving me, dying. No, no, no. Tears streamed down my  face as Sarah approached the bed.

"Gwen sweetheart, I know it's hard but I need you to take a deep breath  and calm down. You hear that beeping? That's your heart, its hammering  away pretty hard, we need to try and slow it down a bit." She explained  calmly.

"My baby?" I asked her, my voice dead.

She took me hand and I prepared for the blow. She squeezed it and smiled weakly. "The baby is okay Gwen, everything is fine."

I blinked, barely allowing myself to believe it. "But the pain, and I was bleeding … "

"You had a nasty shock and your baby wasn't prepared for what your body  was going through. Especially given the fact your blood pressure was  already a little high. I know it's scary but 30% of women experience  cramps and bleeding in the first trimester and considering the news you  received its not surprising."

She gave my hand another squeeze.

"Now, I have your fiancé outside, he was not happy to be left there. In  fact it took three of his friends to convince him to stay in the waiting  room. You think it would be okay to let him in? You know before he  ruins anymore furniture?" She grinned, writing something in my chart.

"Fiancé?" I croaked, confused.

Then thoughts of Cade come back. Cade and Ginger. My life was falling  apart lying in this hospital bed. Cade didn't deserve to see me. To see  our baby. But Sarah didn't deserve to have her office trashed by the  asshole either. I opened my mouth to agree when a commotion outside  stopped me.

"Fuck this, I've been waiting out here for almost a fucking hour! I  don't give a shit what procedure is I'm seeing my fucking woman!" A  familiar angry voice shouted as the doors crashed open. A frantic  looking Cade stormed in, followed by two very pissed off looking  orderlies. His eyes fell on me and instantly softened to a look of love  and relief it almost pierced the feeling of emptiness and despair that  surrounded me. Almost.                       
       
           



       

"It's okay guys, we've just got one concerned Dad on our hands you can  go." Sarah told the orderly's and they looked relieved at not having to  try and drag Cade out. They turned and shut the door behind them.

"Gwen. Baby. Jesus Christ." Cade rushed over, kneeling over me, pulling  his face to mine so our foreheads touched. He closed his eyes, leaving  us like that for a second, before he opened them, eyes falling on mine.  He straightened, turning to the doctor, clutching my hand.

"Is she okay? Is the baby … ?" He choked, looking like he couldn't physically finish the sentence.

"She's fine. Mr Fletcher. The baby is fine too." Sarah reassured him.

I watched the relief wash over Cade, his eyes closed for a second and his shoulders sagged as if a weight had been lifted.

"Thank god." He pulled my hand to his mouth, gently pressing his lips  against my knuckles. I watched him woodenly. My hand moved to my  stomach, my love and happiness for my little bun the only thing keeping  me going. Cade followed my hand, his covering my own, weakly smiling at  me.

"Thank god". He repeated, holding my gaze again.

His hand didn't leave mine as he focused his attention on Sarah.