Rock Redemption (Rock Revenge Trilogy 3)

His mother, for God’s sake.

Did he even have a clue she was still alive? As far as she knew, he had no idea. He certainly hadn’t seemed interested in ever finding her.

Margo hadn’t really ever pictured meeting her mother-in-law, since her involvement in Simon’s life had been a non-issue. But if she’d ever imagined it, the meeting wouldn’t have been like this.

Mrs. Kagan—or whatever her name was now—hadn’t lingered after their conversation earlier. Margo had been sure her little slip about the baby would’ve made her stay and ask questions, but she hadn’t. She’d just made noises about getting Margo some “soothing” food and making sure she had milk to drink.

Shockingly, her calcium needs weren’t her biggest concern right now.

When Margo hadn’t seemed interested in the tray of food and drink Mrs. Kagan had provided, she’d left it behind on the bedside table despite Margo’s inability to use her hands to feed herself.

As if she’d even swallow anything they put in front of her. She’d drank some water—with help, as if she was a child—but that was all she’d managed.

She shifted against the mattress and wrinkled her forehead in a futile attempt to itch her nose. What was the purpose of this whole scenario? Obviously, it had to be money. His mother must’ve decided she was tired of her son raking in the cash while she had to work a regular job for a living.

The craziest part of all of this? Simon would pay. Much as Margo hated him being put in this position, she didn’t understand what the delay was. He’d been on the phone with her when the accident happened. They would’ve had no time at all before Simon started ripping up the universe to find her.

Maybe they didn’t realize that. It could be a good thing, if they grew complacent while Simon—and Lila and Donovan, because they would be involved too—grew closer to figuring out their location.

Assuming they hadn’t gotten her out of the area entirely. She could be anywhere. She hadn’t been awake or aware for a chunk of time, and though she didn’t think it was too long, she couldn’t be sure.

Luckily, more pieces of the day were coming back with each passing hour. Patchy fragments, as if her mind wasn’t quite working right yet. It was working better than earlier though, no question. Her memory about things before the accident seemed almost back to normal, but the accident itself and the aftermath held a lot of gaps. Still, most of the fuzziness she’d experienced earlier had dissipated.

She’d also been nauseous on and off since she’d awakened, but she didn’t know if it was from hunger or the possible head injury or her baby.

God, her baby had to be okay. She’d happily take the nausea now if it meant their lemon drop was all right.

She shifted again on the mattress, trying in vain to get comfortable. If she ever saw their glorious King-sized bed again, she’d probably cry tears of joy. Not if, when. She hadn’t come this far and fought this hard for it all to end here. Not just her. Her and Simon together. They’d grown up from the ashes of shitty upbringings, but they were making their own way and their own family.

Their own forever.

But she wouldn’t mind one bit if those little ripples she’d felt earlier happened again. She remembered that part, loud and clear. Before she’d climbed in the car, she’d been racing around to get ready and the baby had punched or kicked or backflipped, she was almost sure. It was awfully early, especially for a first pregnancy, but she’d just known.

She stared down at herself in the darkness, willing her baby to react. Just some small signal that yeah, they’d both gotten the jolt of their lives today, and this wasn’t ove

r yet, but they were together.

Fighting to get back to her daddy. A team.

Her throat tightened. A her? Could it be? Probably just a slip of the…well, mind. She hadn’t had a strong feeling one way or the other until this very instant.

Maybe that was another sign too. A tiny flicker of hope she could hold onto.

Despite everything, she smiled. Simon with a daughter would be adorable. It’d be priceless to see him freaking out as she got older, prepared to fight off any male who dared look at her. She knew he’d be the very best father, although he still wasn’t certain. She’d doubted a lot of things in her life—including whether he’d be pleased at the news she was pregnant, simply because it hadn’t been in their plans—but she’d never doubted the capacity of love Simon had to give.

Amazing, considering how he was raised. She’d heard all about his father, and as bad as he’d been, his mother certainly was no prize. No wonder Ian was so—

Ian.

Pretty interesting that he’d shown up, so brash and in their faces, right before Simon’s mother had made her presence known. Was that part of why she’d chosen now to make her move? Or was he her mole, sent ahead to spy on Simon and help her figure out the plan?

A sharp pain went through her belly and she let out a whimper before she could stop it. Not being able to use her hands to soothe the ache just made it worse. Could it be a nervous reaction or was it more than that?

If she lost the baby—

No.

The baby was fine.