I shook my head no. “I found out three days ago.”
“Well, shit, darlin’, looks like you have a short time to plan a wedding. There’s not a chance in Hell I’m waitin’ another nine months.”
I smiled, nodding.
As if on cue Constance cried over the monitor.
“I’ll go get her.”
He kissed me one last time, flipping over to let me up. Spanking my ass as I put on my silk robe.
“Hey, baby girl,” I greeted, picking her up from her crib and rocking her in my arms, as I took her into the kitchen.
“I told Daddy the news, and he’s very excited.”
She cooed like she understood what I was saying. I warmed up her bottle for a few minutes, talking to her as if she knew exactly what I was saying.
“Let’s go lay you down with Daddy, so Mama can make some breakfast before him and your sister turn into not so nice people. You know how they get angry when they’re hungry.”
I stepped back into the room and Dylan looked as if he had seen a ghost with his phone gripped tight in his grasp that his knuckles had turned white. Nothing like the man I just left a few moments ago.
“Oh my God!” I rushed to his side, sitting down in front of him as I fed Constance.
He didn’t say a word, staring out in front of him in a fog of whatever was tearing him apart.
“Dylan, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me!”
He instantly snapped out of it, looking at me then down at the baby. He caressed the side of her cheek like he needed to feel her soft skin to calm himself from what he was going through and about to say.
“Dylan, tell me,” I let out not being able to control my nerves that were on edge and a sick feeling sitting in the pit of my stomach.
“Briggs just called,” he whispered so low I could barely hear him.
“Okay…” I coaxed, anxiously waiting for him to tell me what was going on.
He took a deep breath and hesitated for a few seconds before he said…
“It’s Austin. He’s in ICU in critical condition. He OD’ed last night, and they don’t know if he’s going to make it.”
The end.