Eventually Yours

✽ 98

~Brie

I don’t remember anything else that happened that night, because the next time I woke up, it was morning and I was in a hospital room. My sister was slumped in a chair in a corner as trickles of light came in through the window blinds. And my first coherent thought was Roman, Iris... Aiden.

I let out a soft groan as I tried to sit up and Aubree bolted upright.

“Breanna” she rasped out, “Oh thank God.”

She stood up and crossed over to my side.

“Aubs...”

“Shhhh! It's okay” she whispered, “Everything's okay now. They're all fine.”

“What about that woman?”

“She was shot... but unlike her little accomplice, death rejected her. She's going to be transferred into maximum security where she'll await trial.”

I exhaled.

“Iris is fine. She wounded Dion and managed to escape. She found Roman before he inhaled a lot of smoke. But he's fine, don't worry. Iris' kangarooing him... obviously.”

I chuckled a little before squeezing my sister's hand.

“He's alright too” she murmured, “I mean it's very evident that guilt is eating him up but Aiden—”

“Aubree please” I stopped her. “I don't want to hear that man's name, much less talk about him.”

“Brie, you can't possibly be mad at him” she shook her head, “That woman twisted everything and made him see you as the bad guy.”

“True” I nodded, holding her gaze, “But she didn't force him to believe her, Aubree. He chose to. He chose to take that woman's words over... over everything I stand for. Aubree, he chose to believe that woman over the person he claimed to love. After everything we've been through... I don't think he ever knew me, Aubs. Nor truly know what I'm capable and not capable of doing.”

“Hey...”

“It's funny how things work Aubree. But I believe this was a test of our relationship, and he failed.”

“Breanna...”

I shook my head and took my hand from hers.

“I don't wish to continue this conversation. Could you please get the doctor? I wanna see my son” I looked away from her.

She let out a long sigh and nodded.

“Okay, I'll be right back.”

She came back with my brother and a doctor who told me the baby was doing just fine. And I was thrilled to hear that although they weren't discharging me, I could go see my little boy.

“Do you want me to carry you?” Emmett asked when I got out of the hospital bed.

“Thank you Em. But I can walk just fine” I smiled at him.

They led me to the children's ward where we asked a nurse to go get my son.

“Why don't you take a seat, Brie?” Emmett suggested, “And I'll get you something to drink—”