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Grant picked me up and started carrying me out of the room.

“Put me down, I weigh a ton!” I said, worried he was going to hurt his back.

“You’ve gained eighteen pounds, baby. That’s not a ton.”

He was headed for our bedroom, and I decided that arguing with him might not be to my advantage. If this was going where I thought it was, I was completely on board. Grant laid me down carefully on the bed and bent down to slip my shoes off. He kissed the arches of both feet before standing up and taking my shirt off. I let him undress me like I was helpless, because he seemed to be enjoying himself. When he tugged on my leggings, I lifted my bottom so he could slip them off, leaving me completely na**d and him fully clothed.

“This is slightly unfair,” I said, reaching for the button on his jeans. He chuckled and let me unsnap them. Then he discarded them, followed by his shirt. I took in his firm, sculpted body and lifted a hand to run it over his stomach. I loved the way it felt, and when he flexed, it was even better.

“Lie back and spread those legs open for me.” His voice dropped to a sexy, husky sound, and his eyelids dropped as his gaze traveled down my body. I scooted back and opened my legs as instructed. Watching Grant’s sexy smirk before he lowered his head between my legs made me shiver in anticipation. I loved the way he made me feel.

When his tongue took a swipe up through my slit, I reached up and grabbed the headboard in an attempt not to grab his hair and take or lose control. Whichever. I was more sensitive down there than I had ever been, but I had read that this was normal. I thought about sex a lot more than I used to. Although looking at Grant often made my mind go to sex. Sweaty, hot, wild sex. The kind we currently couldn’t have. I wanted it, though. I wanted it bad.

“Give me your hand,” he ordered, and I quickly obeyed. He moved it over my wetness. “Hold it open while I lick.”

Oh, my. This was new. I reached down and used both hands to hold open my folds while he licked from my tingling spot, which was so close to an orgasm, to my opening, which was contracting in anticipation of being filled. I started to cry out as the orgasm grew, but right before it flung me over the cliff, he stopped, and his body moved up over mine. He slid inside me, slow and easy, as a growl of approval tore from his chest.

“I swear, every time I’m inside you, I think it’s the absolutely best f**king feeling in the world, but each time, it’s even better.” I clawed at his back, and he began to move faster. “Never can get enough of you. I want to live inside this pu**y,” he said as my orgasm once again reached its crest. Instead of pulling away this time, his mouth lowered and clamped down on one of my ni**les as the waves broke free, sending me spiraling into wonderland.

“Fuck, yes, that’s sexy as hell,” he said as his h*ps jerked faster, and my name tore from his chest in a growl before he rolled over, carrying me with him so that he stayed inside me but I was on top.

“Can’t stop,” he said, gasping. “Coming now.” He jerked again, and his body shuddered.

When he was finished, I kissed a trail from his shoulder to his mouth.

“When it’s safe again, I’ve got plans for you, sweet girl. Dirty, naughty plans.”

“Is that a promise?” I asked, smiling down at him.

“Hell, yeah, it is,” he replied.

Late that night, after hours of Grant showing me just how much he loved me and feeling every pleasure he could provide, a sharp pain hit me. Soon I was curled up in a ball and screaming. The pain was too much, and I knew it couldn’t be right. I had read all about contractions. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Grant jumped out of bed, trying to talk to me, but I couldn’t make out the words or respond. I was doing all I could to keep from crying out in pain again. His voice didn’t soothe me. Nothing helped. The pain slowly started to fade and then hit again.

“Ambulance will be here in five minutes.” Grant’s voice was filled with pure terror. I wanted to comfort him, but this time, I couldn’t. I had to take care of me and our baby. A cool, damp cloth touched my forehead as he told me how much he loved me and how he was going to take care of me. Then he cursed and felt the warmth between my legs.

“God, no. Fuck!”

I glanced down, and all I saw was blood. And then it all went black.

Grant

The doors swung closed behind the doctor and nurses who surrounded Harlow as they wheeled her unconscious body on a gurney away from me. They wouldn’t let me go any farther. I was numb with pain and terror. My life had just rolled away behind those doors, with no promise of return.

I stared through the small windows of the doors and watched the gurney disappear around a corner. I had to wait here. That was all they had said. Nothing more. They didn’t tell me if I would see Harlow’s smile again. They didn’t tell me if she’d ever open her eyes again. And they didn’t tell me if Lila Kate was ever going to see this world.

I knew nothing except that my heart and soul were back there somewhere with Harlow.

“Grant.” Rush’s voice called out to me, but I didn’t turn around. I kept my eyes trained on that window. It was my only connection to where they had taken Harlow. Arms wrapped around me, and one large hand rested on my shoulder. I hadn’t called anyone. I didn’t know how Blaire and Rush even knew. If I could speak, I’d ask them, but I wasn’t able to do that just yet. I was scared to do anything. I needed to focus on this door. I have to will her to live for me. To come back to me.