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but I am a glutton for fucking punishment.
    “I believe it had something to do with it,” Ma answers honestly and my head falls. I’m to fucking blame. Dammit. “She loves you, GT. She’s got so much shit rolling around in that head of hers right now, add in all the pregnancy hormones and I’m surprised she’s walking. She’s such a strong woman, GT, and she may not see it, but she is. It takes so much strength to do what she is doing right now. Protecting your baby.”
    “I know. I just fucked up. I’ll make it right.”
    “The family of Ms. Alexander,” a high-pitched voice comes from behind. I turn instantly, seeing a short-haired blonde woman looking down at a clipboard. She glances up and her eyes widen as she takes in the leather surrounding her.
    “Here.” At my gruff voice, her eyes swing to mine. She gives a soft smile, but the apprehension in her eyes is clear. She walks ever so slowly to us like she’s forcing one foot in front of the other. We are a bit intimidating, but she needs to hurry the fuck up.
    Ma places her hand on my shoulder and squeezes reassuringly. “Dr. Hernandez has results and asked me to come and get you. If you could please follow me back.” She turns and walks with me on her heels. I don’t turn to the group behind me, I just move quickly.
    My insides twist and turn as nerves rattle my body. I never knew I could be so damn scared for something in my life. The baby inside of Angel, I’m terrified for it. I’ll take all of that fear on, though. Every bit of it away from Angel. If it weighs me down, so fucking be it. We walk through the same doors and Angel’s head pops up, a small smile gracing her lips.
    Even in a shitty ass hospital gown and her hair a tousled mess, she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my damn life. No one compares to her. That’s why she’s mine.
    I walk directly to the edge of the bed and grab on to Angel’s hand, picking it up and laying soft kisses on the top. Out of the corner of my eye, the nurses and doctor are standing near, but give us this brief moment. “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah. Everything went fine.” Her eyes are tired and worried, but thank God the tears have stopped for the moment.
    “All right.” Dr. Hernandez sits on the round rolling chair and moves up next to Angel’s side. Her arm is holding a stack of papers. “I’m going to get down to business.” Her eyes shoot back and forth between the two of us and I nod as I suck in a breath, waiting for the news that could change both of our lives forever. “Everything came back wonderfully.” The doctor smiles reassuringly. “I was worried about a tear causing the bleeding, but that is not the case. Every single thing has come back normal.”
    I let out the deep breath I was holding and look down at my girl. A lone tear escapes from her eye, falling to the white sheet of the bed. I lean down, kissing her softly on the temple.
    “Then what caused it?” Angel asks, her voice shaky.
    “Have you been doing yoga like I asked?” She raises her brow expectantly.
    “Yes. I have. I don’t know if it works, but I have been doing it.” Angel’s words are quick.
    “What about stress? Have you been terribly worried about losing this baby?” My heart falls to the floor, but I say nothing.
    “Of course I’m worried about losing the baby, but I try to keep busy and not let it consume me.”
    “Anything happen yesterday or today to make your stress level rise?” Her eyes focus on me like she can read my fucking mind or something.
    “Doc, I fucked up. It wasn’t what Angel thought it looked like. I swear it.” Not that any of this shit is her business or makes any sense to her, but she’s the one to keep my baby safe and at the moment, that’s all that fucking matters.
    “I suggest you un-fuck up.” I quirk my eye at her language, not something I expected from a doctor, not that it bothers me, just unexpected. “Casey is to remain stress-free if you want