The Darkest Of Light (The Kings of Retribution MC)

With his words of assurance, I allow my eyes to close.

I awaken some time the next morning to the feel of a hand stroking my hair. Without opening my eyes, I already know whose hand it is—Bella. Since we w

ere children this is something my sister has always done. It doesn’t matter how old I get, my sister stroking my hair will always be a source of comfort.

Opening my eyes, I look to my right and see my sister lying in the bed next to me. When my eyes meet hers, there are no words spoken. We stare at each other. Our tears are our only form of communication. We know each other so well, that nothing needs to be said. Bella’s tears are saying she was scared and that she loves me. Mine are saying, I’m okay and I love you too.

A moment later Bella breaks the intense moment by pointing at my wrist. "A blue cast, Alba. What did you do, wake up from your unconscious state long enough to tell them you wanted blue?" We both giggle.

"Uh, I kinda did. I literally woke up as the doctor was wrapping it and I believe my only words were blue." My confession cause both of us to laugh harder. The sound of the door opening draws my attention, and I see Gabriel walking in with all the guys and Leyna in tow. Gabriel is the first to approach, giving me a light kiss on the lips before sitting down in the chair beside the bed. After him, each of the guys follow suit giving me a kiss on the top of my head. Jake is the first to speak.

"How ya doin’, sweetheart?"

"I’m good, ready to go home though."

"I talked to the nurse earlier, she said the doctor should be in before noon to check on you. So hopefully you can go home today," Bella informs us.

Mila comes walking in with a bright smile and a doctor trailing behind her. It was a nice surprise to find that Mila was my nurse. She happened to be working last night when I was brought into the ER She is an OB nurse and was assisting the doctor yesterday. For that, I am thankful. Having someone you know be the one taking care of you makes the situation a little easier to bear.

"Good morning," The doctor says, still looking down at the clipboard in her hands. Then she stops abruptly, and snaps her head up with a shocked expression on her face.

"Dr. Evans?" Bella rushes out.

We’re all quiet for a second before Quinn speaks up, "Well, this is some crazy ass deja-vu shit right here. How ya’ doin’ Dr. Pretty?"

"Dr. Evans, what are you doing here?" Bella questions.

Clearing her throat, she says, "I was transferred here six months ago."

Climbing out of my bed, my sister walks up to Dr. Evans and gives her a hug, "It’s really good to see you again. I never got to thank you for all that you did for me."

She gives my sister a warm smile, "You’re welcome, Bella. And you look really well."

"Would it be okay to get your number, Dr. Evans? I’d like for us to get together sometime."

"I’d like that too. And no more Dr. Evans. You can call me Emerson."

After their brief exchange Dr. Evans turns her attention towards me, "Alba, all your tests this morning came back clear. So, we are going to let you go home today. I’d like for you to make an appointment to follow up with your OB in the next day or two."

Gabriel cuts in, "Why? Is everything with the baby okay?" he asks gruffly.

She regards Gabriel, "Your baby is doing good. The heart rate is like it should be. Alba hasn’t had any contractions. I assure you all is well."

At Gabriel’s questioning look Dr. Evans continues. "How about we do another ultrasound. Let you see for yourselves."

At her suggestion, I see some of the tension leave Gabriel’s body. "We’d appreciate that, thanks."

While the doctor begins to set up the ultrasound machine, everyone including my sister quietly leaves my hospital room giving us a few moments of privacy. This will be Gabriel’s first time seeing our baby. With him on one side of me holding my hand, Dr. Evans sits on the edge of the bed on the opposite side and pulls the machine closer to us. Lifting my gown, she squeezes some warm jelly onto my belly. Then she takes the probe and begins gliding it around. It only takes a second before our baby’s image to appear on the screen.

"Here we go," Dr. Evans announces, "As you can see, baby looks really good. And your chart says you’re at thirty-six weeks."

I take my eyes off my baby and I turn and look at Gabriel. There are no words to describe the look on his face. None other than complete wonderment.

"Have you guys found out the sex yet?"

I shake my head no.

"Would you like to find out?"