Skull is trying to kill himself by hitting on Dragon’s woman at the movies. I can’t lose Bethie now, not when we’ve finally survived everything and are on the verge of being free… Her pulse is weak and there’s a hint of blood. I have a pregnant female unconscious outside the Movie Vault Theater. Finally, his hands move along her stomach, examining. He starts moving around her, puts a hand to her face, then checks the pulse at her neck. Her water broke, I explain quickly, and then she got pale and passed out. What’s wrong? asks an older man, pushing through the crowd that has started to form around us. I can’t let anything happen to her or my niece. It doesn’t matter who’s around or who sees or hears us I’ll deal with the fallout. It doesn’t have to be big to mean trouble. It’s not big, but then again, she’s bleeding, and her water just broke. Then I see it: a small stain of red on her white dress. That’s about as much as I can figure out. I do my best to catch her from hitting the ground. Katie, I’m not feeling so good, she whispers, then slides down the wall. Yeah, she says, but all of a sudden she turns pale and slumps against the wall.īethie? I’m trying to keep the fear out of my voice, but something is wrong. Okay, so I’ll go over and drag your man over here and he can deal with the Pistol dude. Even I can read the hate coming off of him in waves. There’s a slightly overweight dude with black hair standing across the street watching Skull and his crew. He’s standing there across the street away from Skull’s men. She only makes it ten feet before coming to a dead stop. It seems like the perfect solution to me.

No one said quite how my niece needed to have her father in her life. I still think cutting his balls off for a baby mobile would be a better option. Still, she’s determined to tell this Skull about her baby. She looks pitiful you can tell she’s hurting and her dress is soaked. She rises off the bench holding her stomach, then waddles through the crowd. I don’t know who she is, but he wouldn’t replace what we had that easily. I mean, you’ve been gone for, like, nine months. Hee… Hee… Hee… she mimics, repeating until slowly the contraction passes. I’ll get him, I’ll get him, I assure her. I just want Skull! she yells loudly this time. I take a deep breath, trying to figure out how to divert her. Remember? Like on the Lamaze seminar we found on line? I imitate the exercise. She squeezes it so tightly, I feel like it might break. I get down on my knees in front of her and let her have my hand.

I wrap her into me, then lead her to a nearby bench. Hurry! She cries panicking, as another contraction grabs hold of her. Then, we’ll figure this out, I reason, ignoring the way my heart beats a million miles a minute and slams against my chest. Let me get your stupid husband and he can take us to the hospital. 'What do you mean your water broke? I whisper.

Burned by Jordan Marie