When he realized I was awake, he moved closer, his brows slightly furrowed. “You awake? How are you feeling?”
I tried to shift, but the pain hit instantly, sharp and burning. I sucked in a breath and forced a small voice out. “I’m fine, there are people here to take care of things. If you’ve got something to do, you should go.”
I expected him to leave.
He didn’t.
Instead, he sat down beside the bed, his gaze staying on me like he was thinking about something he couldn’t say.
“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked after a moment. “When she was doing that to you… why didn’t you call me?”
My fingers tightened slightly under the blanket.
I remembered him outside.
Back turned. Laughing softly into his phone.
“I saw you were busy,” I said quietly, a small bitter smile slipping out.
Then I looked at him. “If I called you, would you really come right away?”
“Of course I would,” he said without hesitation.
I froze.
That wasn’t what I expected.
Not at all.
“I’ve already handled it,” he continued, his tone calmer now. “No one’s going to bother you about having a child again. That shit’s over.”
“…I understand.” I lowered my eyes. “Then you should go. You don’t have to stay.”