The Darkest Of Light (The Kings of Retribution MC)

I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is. Badge or no badge, this prick has no business coming up in here asking for my sister. I step in front of him stopping him mid stride. My brothers form a barrier behind me anticipating trouble. Logan pushes Bella off to the side behind him.

"What the fuck you doin’ here asking about my sister, Taylor? This is a family emergency and you are not family. Get the fuck out of here," I growl as I square off with him. I don’t need this shit right now. That thread is about to snap and it’s all going to be projected right onto the asshole standing in front of me.

"I was on the phone with your sister, motherfucker, while that crazy son of a bitch was terrorizing them. I heard the whole goddamn thing play out. Where the fuck were you? Now, either get out of my way or give me answers before we have a problem on our hands," he stands his ground, clenching his fists at his side.

I think everyone heard that one nerve I had left snap. Before I could lunge, I’m grabbed by three of my brothers. Two security guards rush up, inserting themselves between me and Agent Taylor.

"Gabriel," Dr. Evans’ voice carries over the commotion and whatever fight I had is pushed to the side when she says the next few words, "Gabriel, Alba’s in a room. Come on, I’ll take you there myself. The rest of you men sit down. I’ll be back to give you an update on Reid and Leyna."

I follow her to the elevators, "Your sister is out of surgery. She is going to be fine. A few days in the hospital and she should be able to go home. The doctors are finishing up on Reid," the elevator stops on the third floor and we make our way down a few halls before coming up on another set of double doors. She pushes the button on the wall and we walk through and pass the nurses station to my right, "I’ll let the others know what I’ve found out. Alba is waiting for you," she says, stopping at room number 312.

"Thank you, Dr. Evans." Walking in I find Alba in the bed and hooked to several monitors—one of them filling the room with our son’s heartbeat. This is happening. She’s about to bring a life into this crazy, fucked up world and make my life more beautiful than the day she walked into it. Calmness washes over me, taking place of all the worry and anger I was feeling before walking into this room.

My woman gives me that—comfort, peace, a sanctuary from my inner struggles. She smiles at me, trying to hide her o

wn fears and worries. I set her mind at ease when I walk to her bedside and take hold of her small hand in mine, "Leyna is going to okay, babe, and I have a feeling Reid will be too," My emotions start to try and get the best of me, so I clear my throat, "Has the doctor been in yet? Are we close?"

Alba takes a deep cleansing breath, "Yeah, she was in here earlier, I’m at five centimeters. The anesthesiologist will be in soon to give me an epidural," she says, as we hear a knock on the door.

"Miss Jameson? I’m here to start the epidural," the older man says as he enters the room along with Mila.

"Mila," Alba says brightly, "I’m so glad you’re here. I was hoping I would see you."

"I was surprised to see you on my hall this evening. You aren’t due for another three weeks," She mentions.

"It’s been a long day and it’s a long story, Mila. Listen could you check and see if my sister has made it—”

I interrupt her, "She’s here, Cariño Sweetheart. Downstairs in the ER with the rest of the guys."

"She’s probably a mess with worry," Alba’s shoulders slump.

"Let’s get this epidural done before another contraction hits and I’ll see if I can find her for you okay," Mila offers.

They get everything prepped and have Alba sit on the edge of the bed with her legs hanging off the side and tell her to arch her back out as much as she can. Mila takes a solution and rubs it over a large area of Alba’s lower back. I watch as the anesthesiologist places a big ass needle into the spine of my woman then carefully removes the needle leaving a tiny catheter in its place. After placing tape over it to keep it from moving, they clean her up and Mila helps her lay back in the bed.

"You should start feeling numb soon. I’ll be back in with the doctor later," he informs us before leaving. Mila hugs Alba then leaves herself. We sit here in the quiet sounds of the room listening to the baby’s heartbeat and as the medicine takes effect I noticed how relaxed Alba gets. She’s tired and worn out from everything.

"Take a nap, mi amor. I’ll stay right here by your side," I whisper in her ear as I brush her hair from her face.

"Okay," she responded in a sleepy voice, closing her eyes.

She sleeps for almost an hour. The quiet doing me some good as well. Mila poked her head in a couple times to make sure we were both okay and to let me know that most the guys along with Bella were down the hall in the waiting room. I asked her to give them an update for me because I wasn’t leaving Alba’s side.

Dr. Evans also came by to inform me Leyna was awake and Bella was in with her, which puts me at ease knowing she isn’t alone. She also said that Reid is heavily sedated and will probably remain that way for several hours. She was going to give the guys an update. My brother has a long road to recovery ahead of him, but he’s strong and we’ll all be there to help him along the way.

Alba starts to rouse with a small moan. She shifts her body in discomfort and I help her to sit up. "Umm, Gabriel, something feels different. I feel a whole lot of pressure down there. I think you need to get the doctor," she says through another long moan.

Pushing the button on the side of her bed I page the nurses station, "We need the doctor."

A couple minutes later the doctor shows up. "So, what are you feeling, Alba?" she asks as she slips on some gloves and starts to examine her.

"Pressure, a lot of pressure," Alba tells her.

"While you were sleeping this baby decided he was ready to make his appearance. You’re crowning. Get ready to push. It’s time to have this baby," her doctor says cheerfully.

Holy shit!

I have no time to prepare or to even tell my brothers. The doctor positions her legs into the stirrups and Mila along with another nurse comes walking in with their gear in tow. Looks like we’re having a baby. So many things are happening at once as they prep. I start feeling a bit lost until I feel Alba’s hand grabbing for mine. Her face seems to mirror my own. Fear, excitement, worry, determination, pride—but mostly love.