Page 93 of A Little Bit Reckless

“Bru.” Bow blinked down a tear. She had tears in her eyes. She lifted a hand. “Bru.”

Her voice sounded stripped, raw, and I saw something equally emotional in Wells’s eyes. There was a plea there, like he needed me to be a part of this moment.

I didn’t fight anymore. I came over and immediately cradled Bow. I did as softly as I could. She was so delicate.

“Bru,” Bow sighed as she hugged me back, and she did so hard. Well, as hard as she could considering the circumstances. She pressed her face into my chest. “Bru.”

I heard a sob escape her.

When she pulled away, there were tears falling from her red eyes, and I felt kicked. Like the SUV actually hit me today, and my insides were tossed, battered. I shook my head. “I’m so sorry, Bow. I shouldn’t have grabbed you so hard. I?—”

She cut me off with a kiss, which dulled my panic instantly.

I pushed back her hair, drinking in the moment. She sighed against my mouth, and that was when I felt Wells. He had his arms around us, holding us. Bow’s bed was high up, so it was easy for him to do so.

This felt so fucking right, all of us. I’d never known a love like this before. This was so right. This was home.

There was a cough, and we separated to see the doctor standing in the doorway.

“Hi, Rainbow. How are you feeling?” Dr. Miller asked. She closed the door, and I felt Bow’s hand find mine.

She found Wells’s too. In fact, she held on to us both as the doctor took a seat on a stool at the foot of Bow’s bed.

“All right,” Bow said, staring at the bed.

Dr. Miller’s head tilted. She just stared at Bow, and, again, Bow didn’t make eye contact. Bow must have been aware the doctor was looking at her though, because she nodded slightly.

I didn’t know what the nod meant, but Wells noticed it too, glancing at me before staring down at Bow. He sat beside her on her bed. “You should be going home soon, Squeak. The doctor said you’re all right.”

Bow nodded again, still not looking up. Something kicked at my chest then. Especially when Bow squeezed my hand.

She also winced.

“Bow asked me to explain to you both exactly what’s going on,” Dr. Miller said, glancing between Wells and me. She smiled. “She said you’re both very special to her.”

I also took a seat on Bow’s bed. There wasn’t much room with Wells already there, but I found a little.

“What’s going on?” Wells asked, and, even though the doctor had spoken, he looked at Bow. He touched her face. “Squeak?”

Bow winced again like Wells’s touch hurt her, but that was unlikely. He’d touched her so gently.

“Rainbow was pregnant, Mr. Ambrose,” Dr. Miller said, and Wells’s eyes flashed. His attention shot to the doctor and mine did too.

“I don’t understand,” Wells said before I could. “Pregnant?”

“Shewas?” I cut in, then stared at Bow. Her head was still down, and she gripped my hand like she was holding on for dear life.

Bow shook her head, her gaze lost on the white sheet covering her legs. “The baby wasn’t yours.”

The words were a whisper, so soft.

“The baby wasn’t yours.”

My brain couldn’t compute what she said. Itdidn’t make sense. The confusion only resumed as the doctor continued on for Bow. She talked about how Bow was pregnant, and it wasn’teither of ours. It wasn’t Wells’sormine, and that Bow had lost it. She lost it because of the fall she had in the parking lot. The fallIcaused.

“The baby wasn’t yours.”

Bow couldn’t have been pregnant because that didn’t make sense. The three of us hadjusthad sex, and we used protection.