“We never said what you wanted to call him.” She’s talking in the past tense, that sounds like he's gone.
I shake my head, never wanting to hear her say that ever again. “Mia, he's going to be okay. You are going to be okay. We are going to get you to the hospital, and get you checked out. This is probably stress don't worry, just take deep breaths.” Fucking hell, everything is not okay but there’s nothing else that I can say right now.
She gives me a tired smile. “I love you so much.” She’s panting, sweat coating her brows.
I pull her into my arms. “Princess, I love you too.”
“Boss, ambulances are on their way. They’re two minutes out. Coby called them when we arrived,” Aaron says, I have no idea where the hell he is, nor do I give a fuck. My focus is right where it should be, on Mia.
“Is your dad okay?” She pants, her gaze going to the door.
“Look at me, Princess,” I tell her, not wanting her to see my dad right now, he’s not in good shape and seeing him could make her worse. She looks at me, worry clouding those gorgeous eyes of hers. “He’s doing okay, you two will probably be next to each other in the hospital.”
“They’ll need to make a wing for everyone here,” David laughs at his own joke.
Mia’s eyes widen. “Did he just make a joke?”
I shake my head. “Yeah, it's very rare but he does make them. Although they’re not that great.” I’m glad that she’s focused on something else than her pain right now.
“Is he dead?” she questions, her face is no longer etched in pain as it was when she was going down the wall. Her breathing is no longer labored, I want to see if she's bleeding but I don't want to move her. Waiting for EMT’s is like waiting for an eternity.
“I don't know, and honestly I don't care. After everything that asshole has done he deserves to die.” I tell her, glancing back and seeing that fucker lying flat on the floor. He hasn’t moved since I shot him, then again, I’m not surprised. My aim is fucking true, I never miss my target.
She hums. “Is your mom doing okay?”
There is something about this woman, she always manages to catch me off guard, she always says something I wouldn't expect her to in a time where most would panic.
“She's angry,” I bite out. She shouldn’t be fucking angry with me.
She grins. “Let me guess, you're pissed that she’s angry at you and you think she should be angry that she was played.”
I ignore her smug smile. “Right now I’m focusing on you. The quicker the EMT’s get here the better.”
She narrows her eyes at me, her lips pursing into a thin line. “Hudson, you better not be rude to the EMT’s. They're going to try and help us, they don't need you making the job harder.
“As if I would.” They just need to hurry up.
“They’re here, as are the cops,” Aaron shouts and relief washes through me, and of course the fucking cops are here.
“Deal with the cops, if they want to talk to me, they can follow us to the hospital,” I say loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Hudson.” Mia glares at me. “Please be nice,” she asks and I
nod just as the EMT’s rush into the bedroom.
“She’s bleeding and she’s twenty three weeks pregnant,” I tell them, and watch helplessly as they assess her and load her onto a gurney. Blood rushes to my head as I watch them wheel her past me.
“Hudson?” Mia calls out in a panic, her hand in the air as she tries to find me.
“I’m here,” I tell her, my hand gripping hers.
“Don’t let go,” she pleads with me, “Please.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Princess,” I promise her, I turn to look at David and Aaron. “Sort this shit out, then meet me at the hospital.” They nod in unison as I leave the office still clasping onto Mia’s hand.
“Boss?” The deep voice pulls me from my thoughts. I turn to find David standing in the doorway. “The cops want to talk to you.”
I nod, I knew it would be only a matter of time. I’m surprised they waited this long. Thankfully Mia’s sleeping and the doctor has been by to check on her. They’re monitoring her tonight and tomorrow and see if the bleeding has stopped. If it has, we should be okay, but if it continues, then there’s a high probability that Mia will go into labor.