"You're married!" Char shouted, launching herself at Jace.
He held up his hands in panic. "Not yet!"
"You have a freaking fiancée!" I shouted, my voice carrying across the giant house like a firecracker.
"Oh, I feel faint. I do feel faint." Grandma patted her head.
Char swayed on her feet next to Grandma, turning an interesting shade of white before passing out in Jake's arms.
"Hospital!" he yelled.
"For the last time, I'm not pregnant!" I countered.
"BUT CHAR IS!" He all but screamed in my face.
"Yay!" Grandma did a little dance. "I knew those beads would work."
"A little help?" Jake motioned to Jace, who was already opening the door and grabbing flip flops for Char.
She was starting to come to. I was too worried to do anything but pray. Why hadn't Char told me? She could only be a few weeks along!
"I took a taxi," Jace said in clipped tones.
"Garage." With his free hand, Jake dialed the garage pad, and it opened.
If I hadn't been in such a panic, I probably would have passed out. He had more cars than a dealership, and they all looked expensive.
Which one were we supposed to take?
Jace ran to where the keys were hanging, grabbed a pair, and unlocked a new Mercedes SUV.
"Get in," he barked.
I got in the front while everyone else piled in the back.
Tears burned at the back of my throat. "Is she awake? Coherent?"
Jake's voice cracked, "Yeah, her eyes just opened. Baby, are you okay? Talk to me. Do you know where you are?"
Grandma reached up to the front seat and patted my shoulder. "She'll be alright, honeybug. This sometimes happens."
Jace pulled into the closest hospital in record time. I didn't even realize I was holding his hand until I tried to sit down and realized I'd have to sit on his lap with how close I was leaning against him. Abruptly, I let go and shook the familiarity of his touch away.
Wife? His wife?
> The man was quick. Two weeks, and he was moving on?
Jake went back with Char, while Grandma left to call Travis and Kace.
"She'll be okay," Jace said confidently. "She's strong."
"Yeah."
"I don't have a wife," he added a few minutes later.
"I don't care."
"You do," he said confidently. "I meant you, by the way."