Spicy Sugar

Immovable

Briar's POV:

I very groggily opened my eyes and sat up. It took me a few moments of looking at my environment to remind me of what happened. Currently, I was sitting on a hospital bed with a patient's gown as my only piece of clothing.

Right. I had my baby yesterday. God that was the most awful experience of my life. It had come early after all. I was nowhere near prepared for that. The last thing I remember clearly is arriving at the hospital with Wayne. I'm so lucky he was there for calling an ambulance. Crying my eyes out about the fact that Zane decided to abandon me right then and there just to enact his petty revenge didn't help my focus. Why the hell did Zane have to leave us then and there? And why did he have to leave with her?

I shook my head to keep my focus. No reason to waste any thoughts on it now. As much as it hurts me to know that Zane was out of my life now it was better that way. He refused to change, and his lifestyle would never work with mine. Sometimes it's better to let go of the people you love then let them hurt you. As I turned my head to look around more I deadpanned though.

You got to be kidding me.

Sitting right there in the chair besides my bed was the man I just wanted out of my life right now. Looking at him just sleeping there was too much. I could not miss the fact that his hands were bruised from his gruesome business and there were drops of blood on his pants. I clenched one fist and grabbed the pillow to throw it at him, waking him with a startle.

"What the ... Oh." was all he said as he looked at my furious face.

"Oh!? Oh?! That's all you got to say? Are you fucking serious?" I screamed at him, making sure to not be too loud.

"Good morning to you too, Sugar." he answered and stood up cracking his neck.

"Oh fuck you." I retorted and crossed my arms.

"Not right now you're still recovering."

My death glare probably told him I wasn't in the mood for these kinds of jokes, so he just let out a sigh.

"What are you even doing here? Can't you take the fucking hint that I want you to leave me the fuck alone?" I said while turning away from him emphasize the point.

I could hear him moving and come closer. His hand grabbed my chin lightly, and he turned me to face him again. There he was squatted down besides my bed and looking into my eyes with his deep, dark green ones and a look that was as serious as I have rarely seen him.

"You can have a go at me all you want. You can keep telling me to stay away and toss me out. But as long as I don't know if you are fine there is no way in hell I will ever keep my distance." his words were like always as smooth as oil.

Even with me being this furious that alone managed to make me almost forget how much he hurt me. Almost.

Before I could speak up again he went on, "When I came back to the casino to see you and heard you were here I was worried sick and afraid as hell to have lost you. Or that you might have lost your child."

"You lost me before even that by deciding to abandon us for doing god knows what with ... with that biker bitch." I ripped my chin from his grasp and turned away again.

He sighed again, "Listen, Sugar. The reason I had to do this was because I was angry. Not at you for trying to defend yourself and failing or anything. Not even at Sledge and Ray for trying to take you away from me. I was angry as hell about myself."

With that he grabbed my attention back. I didn't expect him to tell me that. I thought he might just be furious about some Rastas robbing me. Or maybe the fact that I just tossed him out on the streets. But he just admitted that this was his fault. So against my best judgement I decided to listen.