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I’m just about to stand when she squeezes my hand in a death grip.
“The baby?” Her voice cracks as she asks the question.
“The baby’s fine, angel. I had every test possible done on the both of you, you have nothing to worry about, I promise. You have a concussion, and your ribs are bruised. You’re a little dehydrated.”Understatement.I nod towards the IV in her hand. “But they’vegot you hooked up to some fluids, so you should start feeling better soon.”
She sinks back into the bed, letting out a breath of relief at the news of our little one being okay.
“I’m so fucking sorry, an—”
“Nope,” she interrupts.
“What?” I ask, heart dropping to the floor. If she won’t even hear my apology, then she must really fucking blame me. Fuck, what if she never forgives me? I wouldn’t blame her.
“I’m not gonna let you blame yourself for this, Enzo. This wasn’t your fault. There’s nothing you could have done, and I’m okay.We’reokay. And we’re not going anywhere, I promise. Please don’t blame yourself,” she pleads, and I give her a weak nod.
“I’ll try,” I mumble.
“I was scared, but I knew you’d come for me. It might take me a little time to get back to normal, but I hope you’ll bear with me,” she says, and her voice cracks as tears fill her eyes.
How is it even a question? I’d do fucking anything for this girl. I’ll take any and all pieces of her.
“Always,” I croak as my throat burns and my eyes sting.
“I love you,” she whispers before closing her eyes and falling back asleep.
Chapter Fifty
Robyn
“Absolutely fucking not.”
My husband sneers at me from where he sits in the chair next to my bed. You would have thought I’ve just asked for a threesome or something equally ridiculous, not for him to go into the bathroom adjacent to my room and take a shower.
I swear to God, the man is driving me insane.
I’ve been in this hospital for three days and the only times he’s left my bedside is to quickly use the bathroom, which he uses with the goddamn door open.
Is this what marriage is like? Or is my husband just the most ridiculous man on earth?
He’s adamant about not letting me out of his sight, and he’s currently still dressed in the same clothes he wore when he rescued me and is in desperate need of a shower and change of clothes.
It’s not even like he doesn’t have anything to change into since Marco brought us a bag of clothes each and everything else we could ever need. That man might be stoic as hell and kinda scary, but he’s definitely thorough when he needs to be, if the ridiculous amount of things he packed is anything to go by.
“I’ll be here the whole time. I’m fine, Enzo, we can’t live the rest of our lives attached at the hip,” I say and roll my eyes.
“Like hell we can’t,” he huffs. “If it was up to me, I’d sew our fucking skin together so you could never leave me.”
Something about the way he says it has my hackles raising. Is he worried about me getting hurt, or is he worried about me leaving him?
“What do you mean?” I murmur.
He bites his lip as he contemplates what to say until he finally whispers, “I’m scared.”
I grab his hand and press a kiss to his palm. I’d love nothing more for him to climb into this bed with me so we could hold each other while we talk, but he’s adamant about not hurting me and will barely give me a peck on the lips.
“What are you scared of?” I ask.
“I’m scared of you getting hurt. I’m scared that I can’t protect you the way you need me too. I’m scared I won’t be able to protect our baby. I’m scared you’ll realize you made a mistake marrying me and that you’ll decide you’re better off without me. I’m scared you’ll realize what happened is my fault and that you—”