“Actually, it can,” Mom throws in. “It could mean the difference between the father of this baby being a rapist or not.”
Her eyes go wide, and she looks back down at me, only to see the desperation and the sliver of hope her words have given me, and right now, that hope is a dangerous thing. “Okay,” she murmurs, turning back to the monitor. “Then we better be thorough.”
She starts taking her measurements, and the tension that builds in the room with every passing second is nearly enough to have me blacking out again. Two minutes become three, and by the time four minutes is finally approaching, she turns back to me and lets out a breath. “Alright, Ocean. I really hope this is good news for you. You’re measuring at six weeks and five days.”
Colton looks lost. “What does that mean? Is it mine?”
I shake my head, trying to do the math. Mom watches me in silent desperation, begging for a good outcome. I'd give anything for this baby to be Colton’s. “I … I don’t know. We were together two weeks after Jude … I mean,” I look back up at the sonographer. “Does that mean he’s the father?”
She shakes her head, looking doubtful. “Look, I’d highly recommend doing a paternity test in a few weeks. It’s really very hard to tell unless you were tracking your cycle and can pinpoint when you ovulated last and can remember the dates in which you were sexually active.”
“But I … I have PCOS. Tracking my cycle is nearly impossible. I mean, I … ” I glance up at Mom, hoping for some kind of help. “I don’t even know how to tell when I’m ovulating.”
“Oh, honey,” Mom says. “Don’t stress. We’ll do a test and get this sorted out, alright. There’s no need to panic just yet. The doctor is going to set you up with an Obstetrician, and she or he will be able to guide you through this.”
I nod, not feeling the panic ease one bit, but if I don’t at least pretend for Mom, she’ll start to panic herself.
“Alright,” the woman says. “I’ll leave you guys to it, but if you have any other questions, please feel free to shout out.”
I give her a small smile as Mom thanks her for her time, all while Colton just stands and stares at the monitor with a frozen image of the baby growing inside my stomach. “It could be mine,” he whispers with hope, finally dropping back to the seat beside me.
I shake my head. “I don’t know. There’s too much going on. My head is too sore to even begin trying to work out the dates.”
“It’s okay, honey,” Mom says. “It’s only a few weeks before you can take the paternity test. You just need to focus on healing. You’ve been through quite a lot these past few weeks.” Her phone rings, and as she glances down, she cringes. “I’m sorry, sweet girl. It’s Roman. He’s been waiting for an update on your condition.”
“It’s fine,” I tell her. “Take it. It’s not like I can go anywhere.”
She gives me a sad smile, and within seconds, she answers the call and hurries out of the room, leaving me with a still stunned Colton. I glance over at him and tug on his hand, forcing him closer. “I guess it’s Milo’s turn to be my bitch.”
A grin twists across Colton’s face, and he shakes his head. “I can’t believe you’re fucking joking about this.”
“Why the hell wouldn't she?” A voice rumbles through the room, sending shivers down my spine and fear pulsing through my veins. “She’s a Wolf now. She’s strong.”
Russo welcomes himself deeper into my room, and I watch as Snake follows him in with Christian at his side.
Colton instantly flies to his feet and takes a step toward them, keeping himself as a barrier between them and me. “Get the fuck out.”
Russo tsks him, shaking his head in disapproval. “You’re lucky that I’m not sending you out of here, boy. She’s one of mine now.”
My jaw clenches at his words as I scan my gaze over my intruders. Russo watches me with a curious stare, almost as though I’ve surprised him, while Snake looks as though he’s come to finish the job. Christian on the other hand, stands beside his father looking as though he’s about ready to slice Snake’s throat. It’s clear that his only intention for being here right now was to check in on me and make sure that I'm still breathing. Keeping Snake in line in the process is just an added bonus.
Colton snaps back at Russo. “Over my dead fucking body.”
“Careful, now,” Russo warns. “You took quite a beating today. Ending you right here in front of your girl wouldn’t be hard, but she’s already gone through enough today, and I don’t want to give her another reason to be distrustful of me. So, kindly step aside so that I may speak with my girl.”