Say It Ain't So (SWAT Generation 2.0 9)

I didn’t grab a hair tie for my hair. I didn’t brush it. I didn’t even swipe on deodorant.

And let’s not even talk about the fact that my boobs were bouncing this way and that as I ran to my car.

Starting it up, I zoomed out of the driveway only to slam on my brakes when I realized that there was a woman running down the road in my direction.

“I’m sorry!” I hollered. “Pew, pew, pew.”

Her name was Amelia and we’d met last month during an altercation that had turned sour with a movie star that was visiting our town.

Amelia waved me away with a wave of her hand. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t be wearing all black. I know.”

She shouldn’t, but that was no excuse for my almost hitting her. It was mid-morning and she was quite recognizable. As long as she wasn’t standing next to the all black motorcycle that I’d almost plowed into, too.

“I just got a call from the hospital saying that Sammy was hurt. And he was at work today, so my brain’s not all there,” I admitted, squeezing my eyes tightly shut as I tried to control my urges to blurt out random shit. “I really am sorry.”

Amelia’s lips tipped up.

“So you and Sammy?” she asked as she peeled the shirt off over her head leaving her in her sports bra.

That was when I saw the slight pooch of her belly.

She saw where I was looking and smiled. “I’m about six weeks. I have to admit, I was under the impression that my pregnancy would be under wraps longer than this.”

“Yes, me and Sammy.” I licked my lips. “I’m pregnant, too. Seven weeks.” I scrunched up my nose. “Not that me and Sammy… shit. Let’s just say it was a surprise.”

Amelia’s eyes widened. “We’re going to be pregnancy buddies!”

We were. Which kind of made me a bit happy.

Though, I wasn’t showing anywhere near as much as she was.

“Now I feel extra bad that I almost hit you,” I admitted. “I’m sorry.”

She rolled her eyes. “If it were Adam hurt, I would be in the same shoes. Be careful on the way to the hospital.”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

After rolling up my window, I made sure to drive sedately all the way there.

As I arrived, I decided to park my car instead of leaving it at the entrance, and practically ran inside the building.

The only thing really stopping me was my breasts that were flopping this way and that.

The first lady that I saw smiled at me. “Can I help you?”

I nodded.

“I’m here to see Samuel Spurlock,” I said. “He’s a cop. I’m…”

“I know where he is.” She gave me an unreadable smile. “Everyone does.”

I frowned. “What does that mean?”

“Oh, you’ll understand in just a second,” she said as she rounded the corner of the hallway and led me through a set of glass doors. “I…”

“Heyyyy!” Sammy cried loudly upon seeing me. “You’re having my baby! Louis! She’s having my baby! I’m going to be a daddy!”

“That’s why,” the nurse snickered. “Enjoy.”

Then she was gone, leaving me to walk the rest of the way to the room in silence and not a little bit of trepidation.

I paused in the middle of the doorway, staring in shock at the man inside.

“Ignore him.”

I couldn’t.

It was nearly impossible to ignore a man that was half-naked, hot, and staring at me like I was the air he needed to breathe.

“Did you know that she has Tourette’s?”

I choked on my own spit.

That was when Louis, Sammy’s cousin, came up to stand beside me.

“Pew, pew, pew.” I closed my eyes tightly, then blew out a deep breath. “Ignore me, too.”

Louis’s laughter was sweet as he said, “It’s okay, darlin’. I’m going to ignore you both. But, just sayin’, he’s done nothing but talk about you for thirty minutes.” He paused and looked at Malachi. “I didn’t know you were called, though. To be honest… Sammy’s a lot to handle when he’s like this.”

“When he’s like what?” I asked curiously.

“When he’s been given drugs,” Sammy answered in a sing-song voice.

“When he’s been given drugs, yes,” Louis agreed. “He’s got a reaction to them. Not a bad reaction, per se, but a reaction like this.” He gestured at Sammy who was half-naked on the bed. “He gets the good shit and then all of a sudden, starts acting like a teenage girl.”

“I resemble that remark.” Sammy frowned. “Resemble? Umm, no. That’s not the right word. What’s the right word?”

He threw his arm out at me as if I would always give him the right answer.

“Resent,” I supplied helpfully.

“Yes, I resent that remark! You’re no longer my family!” Sammy pushed Louis away. Hard.

I doubted Sammy even knew the strength he had just used.

Louis rolled his eyes. “It’s like he’s drunk and high at the same time. Or something. There’s nothing quite like it.”