Jax and I shared a look, laughing to ourselves.
“What?” Tate looked back and forth between us.
I shook my head, knowing what she meant, but . . .
“Well,” I started, “my first thought was that she needs other kids to grow up with. She’ll be lonely.”
“Yeah,” Jax chimed in, lifting his water bottle to his lips and agreeing with me.
“Well,” Tate argued, “you may be surprised at how much you’ll all make sure she’s not lonely.”
“Good point,” I added. And she was probably right. My mother was spot on about our roles with our sister.
As soon as I held her fragile, helpless body, I’d known that I would run into the middle of a stampede for her.
“Hey.” Jax approached the nurse’s station. “My girlfriend was sick. A nurse took her somewhere, but I haven’t seen her or heard anything.”
“Juliet Carter?” she said right away. “Yeah, she’s in room two.”
“They put her in a room?” he asked, confused, and Tate shot me a worried look.
The nurse nodded and gestured to the left with her hand.
I dug in my eyebrows, a little worried.
Even though I’d grown pretty fond of Juliet, she was still normally off my radar. Her interests, hobbies, and well-being weren’t high on my list of priorities, so I’d never paid her much mind. But I had to admit she was head over heels for my brother, as well as loyal and nurturing. And she worked hard, never expecting things to be handed to her.
She deserved him, and he deserved her.
Jax barreled for room two, pushing open the door, while Tate and I quickly followed.
“Jesus,” Jax cursed as soon as he entered the room. “Is she okay?”
We rushed in, seeing her asleep on top of the covers, looking peaceful and still wearing the same clothes as before.
He rushed to her side, looking her up and down. “What the hell?” he whispered, turning to the nurse who had trailed in behind us.
She stopped, a stunned look on her face. “I’m sorry, sir?”
“What’s wrong with her?” I said softly, careful not to wake Juliet.
Tate had stepped up next to Jax, looking down at her friend.
“I just came on duty,” she explained. “As far as I know, though, she’s fine. They just wanted her to rest and get hydrated.” She looked around to all of us. “She’ll be fine to leave in a bit. No worries.”
“Well, is something wrong? She’s my girlfriend.” Jax’s worried eyes were trying to connect the dots just like the rest of us. But with no luck.
“Not at all.” Her voice sounded light. “It’s very common to have a hard time holding anything down in the first trimester. She’ll be fine. Just make sure she drinks as much water as possible.”
Jax’s eyes nearly bugged out of his goddamn head, and I almost choked on my breath.
“Tri-what?” I forced out.
“Jax,” Tate gasped, looking between us, smiling with her hand over her mouth.
“I’m sorry.” Jax shook his head, zoning in on the poor young nurse. “What the hell did you just say?”
Realization dawned, and she straightened. “Oh,” she said, looking caught. “I’m sorry. I thought a doctor spoke to you.” She inched up to the bed, embarrassment warming her face.
“She’s pregnant?” Jax blurted.
The nurse nodded, checking the water pitcher on the table. “Yes, about five weeks. From what the other nurse said before she left, it doesn’t sound like your girlfriend was aware, either.” She turned to leave and then faced Jax again. “And I am sorry again. I thought you were informed.”
She left the room, and Jax leaned down on the bed, staring at Juliet. Tate squeezed my hand, and I felt a sudden need to get her alone. It had been a crazy day.
Jax brought up his hand, caressing Juliet’s face, and then placed it on her stomach, looking like he was trying to wrap his head around the news.
“Let’s go,” I whispered to Tate. My brother needed to be alone with his girl right now.
Keeping hold of Tate’s hand, I led her out of the room and walked down the hall, finding the single-person restroom. With all the chaos today, not to mention that we still had her race tonight, I needed to steal a few minutes with her.
Pulling her inside, I backed her up to the door and took her by the neck, crashing my mouth down on hers.
She moaned, surprised as she slipped her hands under my T-shirt to hold on to my back. Her mouth was so warm, and I nibbled her lips, too damn hungry to get my mouth on the rest of her body.
“So,” she tried speaking between kisses, “a kid for Quinn to grow up with. Just like you wanted.”
I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down over her ass and grabbed her naked flesh in my hands as I continued attacking her lips.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I want everything with you, Tate.”
Then I knelt down, sliding the jeans and underwear off her legs, taking the flip-flops with them.
She threaded her fingers through my hair and dropped her head back, gasping as I swung her leg over my shoulder and ran my tongue over her clit.
“You’ll have everything with me.” She sucked in mouthfuls of air. “I’m yours, Jared.”
“Damn right you are,” I growled, licking the smooth skin of her delicate heat. I snatched her up between my lips and sucked.