His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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It was hell convincing myself to leave the house this morning, much less have to persuade Spade that everything was completely fine after being interrogated under his cold scrutiny. The lies I told him slipped right off my tongue, but the minute the words left my mouth and settled in his bones, I felt like choking. His eyes. They were too intense. Too aware. He knew me, and lying to him was like walking through a shattered house of mirrors. Everywhere I looked, broken fragments of my lie stared right back at me.

Keeping things from Spade wasn't something I could just do easily anymore, but that was one of the many results of loving someone as intense as him, so irrevocably. But this was something I didn't want him to know, something I needed to figure out on my own.

"Hey, calm down." Dove reached out and squeezed my arm, squinting her eyes at me. A ball of anxiety hit me a little harder and pooled in the pit of my stomach. My heart hasn't stopped it's thundering since the moment I stepped foot in the reception office of the clinic Dove found.

My head snapped as the door to the examination room opened up, and the doctor stepped inside, a curt smile on his face. "Hello. I'm Dr. King, you must be Samantha? Dove's told me a lot about you." He moved through the room to get to the hand sanitizer dispenser hanging on the wall, but his eyes never left mine.

My head snapped towards Dove. She shrugged innocently. "What? He's my godfather."

I heard the doctor laugh. "I see you didn't tell her anything." Dove said something else that I was too preoccupied with my hands to catch. I twirled my engagement ring around my finger, once, twice, as the doctor walked towards me. "Lie down, sweetheart. It's normal to be nervous." He gestured to the reclined chair, and with a deep breath, I slowly laid back while lifting my shirt.

It wasn't the first time I'd taken a look at my stomach in the last few hours, but with the knowledge that I was carrying a baby inside came with a shot of fear that bled through me. The tiny bump rounding my belly wasn't because of bloating. I had to keep reminding myself of that fact. It wasn't because of bloating. There was a baby growing inside.

"This is going to feel a little cold, okay?" After slipping on his gloves, he plucked the small handheld probe device from out of it's place on the machine. "This is your first time getting an ultrasound, yes?" His accent was thick and Sicilian, which made sense. With his dark hair and even darker green eyes, he looked like an Italian.

"Yeah." My throat bobbed as I swallowed. "How could you tell?" I asked sarcastically as a cool jelly was spread over my belly. Another laugh came from him, and I tensed when he glided the probe across my stomach.

"Just breathe..." He offered me a grin, then looked at the monitor. "And— ah look, there's your baby." He pointed to the screen with his gloved finger, and I followed with my eyes, not seeing anything but colors of gray and black meshing together.

"I don't see—"

"And here's the other one. Seems like this little one is running from the monitor."