Rock Redemption (Rock Revenge Trilogy 3)

The doctor pulled the wand away from Margo’s belly and the room went silent. “Just another second,” Simon asked in a hoarse voice.

The heartbeat filled the room again with its comforting sound. He dipped his forehead against Margo’s. “Can I take her home now?”

“I’ll get the paperwork ready.” The doctor quietly wiped Margo’s skin clean and pulled down her shirt.

Simon laid his cheek against her arm to collect himself. When he sat up, Margo’s eyes were still shut, but she was angled toward him. It was as if him just being in the room with her gave her enough permission to finally rest.

He couldn’t help wanting to shake her awake. To hear her voice and ask her questions, but she needed rest so much more than an inquisition.

He gently stroked her hair and signed whatever papers came his way for the next space of eternity. He just wanted her on that chopper and at the hospital where he knew people would take care of her. This place had become a safe haven, but it was rundown and he could feel danger pressing in from the outside.

They needed to be on their home turf.

A shadow fell across the end of the bed and he looked up to find Aidan filling the doorway. “Can we take her home now?”

“I hate to wake her, but I’d really like to get back before dark.”

“Me too.”

Simon brushed his thumb across her cheek. “Violin Girl?”

She made a sweet little moan that melted his hea

rt. A familiar one that meant she was sleeping and didn’t want to be disturbed.

“I just need you to wake up for a little bit so we can get you in the car. Can you do that for me?”

Her big brown eyes fluttered open. “So tired.”

“I know, baby. Just a few minutes.”

She nodded and sat up. “M’kay.” She pressed her hand to his chest. “Simon… Oh, God. Jules.”

Simon’s chest ached. “We didn’t tell her. With her baby, we didn’t…” We didn’t what?

His entire focus had been Margo. He couldn’t even feel shame about it.

The doctor came in behind Aidan and unwrapped the IV, ending the conversation. “I’d like you to keep this going if you can.”

Aidan nodded. “I’ve got a medic for the chopper. One of my guys arrived just after we did.”

Simon breathed a sigh of relief. At least there would be one person on the chopper with some medical background, just in case.

Things started rolling after that. Nick was hovering outside, looking around the back bay entrance. Relief smoothed his face when he caught sight of them.

Nick quickly opened the car door for them and Simon helped Margo into the car, scooting her into the middle so she could lean on him. He hung the IV on the little suit hook near the window. Margo instantly turned into him and burrowed into his chest.

Aidan and the medic got in front, and Nick got in on the other side of Margo. He gave her as much space as possible, but the three of them were on the tall side.

Silence reigned, but it was necessary so his girl could rest.

If she could.

Another endless ride. There was traffic, and Nick was twitchy because of the less than safe situation they were in. Not because of Simon’s mother, but they both knew the vibe of an unsafe area. For too many years, they’d lived on streets just like this. Desperate people and hopeless situations made for a very bad brew.

Margo was too restless to settle, so Simon did the only thing he knew how to do. He sang. His voice was soft and low. A song he’d heard that he couldn’t quite get out of his mind.

He sang about the hope of love and a possible larger message. The song was wide open for interpretation. But she’d always been Simon’s guiding light and the song suited her right now. Even tired and broken, she was a survivor.