Chapter 24
Brittany – Two Weeks Later
“So Doc has decided he’s doing Bailey’s six-week check-up, even though he’s an ER doctor?
” Meghan confirms, laughter lacing her voice, and I chuckle as I hold my phone between my ear and my shoulder, pushing Bailey through the ER doors as my eyes go to the reception desk and I curl my lip.
The woman, Millie, as Asher called her, sits there on the phone again.
God, I hate that woman, and yes, I know it is because she slept with Asher before we got together, but still, I hate her.
“Yep, apparently Rose will be in the room as well,” I admit, and she laughs, not surprised.
I wasn’t either to be honest when he told me last night. I just nodded knowing not to fight against him with this one.
He’s been very involved, always around, calling and texting. It’s like he’s trying to make up for lost time when he was secretive before I was hurt, but he doesn’t need to be because I understand.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, if I hadn’t lost my memories, I probably wouldn’t have understood.
Probably wouldn’t have wanted to understand, and I most likely would have blamed him if I had gone through with the abortion.
That wouldn’t have been his fault, but now I understand how much pressure he was under.
I understand I should have spoken up more to get him to talk to me. It takes two to break a relationship and two to make it.
“And your mama?” Meghan asks, “Have you spoken to her since regaining your memories?”
I clear my throat as I quickly rush past the reception desk without gaining Millie’s attention and head to the waiting room that Asher said he’ll meet me in, and I admit, “No, I haven’t, and I don’t really know if I want to.”
“She hurt you,” Meghan confirms, and I confess, “She hit Asher, that is when I knew I had to put distance between us. I know I didn’t have my memories, and I know she most likely was scared of me getting hurt again, like she’s always been scared, but she went about it the wrong way.
Especially when she went to take my daughter. She had no right.”
“But she is still your mama,” Meghan unhelpfully reminds me, and I snort, making her chuckle, “All I’m saying is you did go along with everything she wanted growing up.”
“Did I, though?” I ask as I stop outside the brown door, “Because all I remember is her continuously denying me any type of fun whatsoever. I wasn’t even allowed to go to a school dance and was a virgin until I hit twenty-three,” I sigh as I look at my daughter.
I admit, “Losing my memories made me see her in a new light, and honestly, Meg, I didn’t like what I saw.
I couldn’t imagine placing my fears on my daughter, not ever. ”
Mama hasn’t tried to contact me. Though she has tried to get Thunder, who spends a lot of time with me, guilt and pride on his face for hitting me and getting my memories back, to take Bailey, which pushes me further away from her.
She’s acting crazy where my daughter is concerned, and I won’t have that around her.
“I’m sorry, Brit,” she whispers, and I hum.
“Anyway, enough about me and my messy life now that I’ve got my memories back. How is everyone?” I ask as I gently push Bailey to keep her soothed.
Meghan snorts, “Annie delivered butt plugs to the brothers with several gay men, all in speedos wanting an MC ride.”
My eyes widen in shock, and I ask, “What on earth did Axel do?”
“Knocked her up again on purpose when she said no more kids. It pissed her off,” she admits, and I wince.
“Didn’t she give birth not too long ago?” I confirm, and Meghan admits, “Yep.”
Oops.
“I guess he should be lucky she didn’t put any more laxatives in his cakes,” I mumble, and Meghan giggles, “Oh, she did, which ended up going to a few customers, the teenager she hired not aware of her antics. I’ve got to tell you, Brit, it was so funny seeing people rush out crapping themselves.”
“I’m so glad I wasn’t there for that, the last person tried blaming me,” I admit with a grin, and she laughs harder.
You’ve got to love Annie and her schemes, though I would never dream of doing it to Asher.
“Alright, I’ll let you get Bailey to her appointment, call me later, alright?” she giggles, and we say goodbye before I hang up, shaking my head.
I miss them, but I can’t regret coming home to Asher. I knew he was mine before I even regained my memories, and I fell in love with him without them as well. Gaining my memories only intensified that love.
My heart belongs to him, always to him.
Smiling to myself, I put my phone in my pocket before opening the brown door and walking backwards inside. I push Bailey up against the wall before turning to take a seat next to her but instead I freeze, noticing I’m not alone.
I lock eyes with a woman I recognize, the woman in the article who announced my boyfriend's engagement with her, after his dad forced him into it, after her dad threatened two innocent, sweet boys.
My stomach twists as my breathing halts seeing the crazed look in her eyes, before noticing the knife gripped in her palm as she looks at my daughter.
If she thinks she’s getting anywhere near my daughter, then she has another thing coming.
“I should have smacked my metal pole on your stomach several times before fleeing the scene,” she murmurs, and my stomach stinks.
She attacked me!
She looks at me and smirks an evil smirk as she states, “You tried taking my husband, and now, you are going to pay.”
Okay, I know I should keep my mouth shut, but seriously, husband?
“He’s not your husband,” I remind her, “And he was mine way before you tried to dig your money-hungry, grubby claws into him. But getting daddy to blackmail him, threatening innocent children proves that you can’t get a man, an MC one at that the normal way.
” I curl my lip at her as I state, “He isn’t yours, he’s mine. ”
Her nostrils flare before her eyes go to the stroller, and I quickly stand in front of it, daring her.
She may have a knife, but I swear if she goes near my daughter, I will kill her.
“You think you’re so smart, don’t you, trapping him with your baby,” she sneers, and I snort.
Stupid woman.
“Those pills that you picked up after knocking me out,” I say, “They were abortion pills…” She stills, and I dig the knife in and admit, “I woke up from a two-month coma with no memories and a pregnant stomach all because you couldn’t do your job properly.”
Her face goes red, and I chuckle darkly as I confess, “On your supposed wedding day, Asher came to me. He left you standing at the altar and came after me, he chose me.”
Her breathing picks up, and I know I shouldn’t be pissing her off, but I need her attention off my daughter, at least until Asher comes.
The crazy woman screeches with anger before she charges my way, and my eyes widen as I move away from my daughter and she follows me like I had hoped and holds the knife up just as the door behind me opens, and I hear “Fuck,” just as I’m shoved out of the way, and I gasp, quickly grabbing the stroller handle before I smack into it and turn just in time to watch with horror as the knife goes into Asher, and I scream out in terror.