Let There Be Light

Chapter Thirty Three

**Ghost's POV**

"She's Pregnant"

The words lingered in the air like a virus ready to attach itself to someone. The air was thick, and it was getting harder for me to breathe – which had never been a problem for me before, especially with my mask; but this, this news knocked all the air out of my lungs.

My eyes burned a hole in the face of the nurse as everyone else's eyes glared at me. "How far along?" Laswell's voice broke my glare as I fluttered my eyes trying to compose myself.

"I'm not sure. She would need an ultrasound, but it popped positive very quickly," she paused to think, "So I would say, maybe a few weeks. Does anyone need to notify the father?"

The nurse looked around the room and then her eyes stared at me. "I think he is already notified dear," Price said. The tension in the room not lessening up.

"...Oh. Congratulations, sir." I wasn't sure if the nurse was being hesitant from the way I found out, the look in my eyes or my uncontrollable shaking. She turned on heel and exited out of the room faster than what she came in.

The nurse shut the door quietly, but damn if it didn't feel like a knife was stabbed into my heart when the lock clicked in place. I stared down at the floor with all kinds of emotions running through me. I wasn't ready to become a father and the word alone scared the living shit out of me.

"Simon," Price said as he could see my eyes blanking out. I could hear his footsteps walking closer to me, but my eyes were glued to the floor. It wasn't until his hand grabbed my shoulder that I was able to remove my eyes from that spot. "Son." One word. One word that made me shoot up from my seat and hug this man so tightly.

Price himself was a bit shocked at my sudden action, but quickly wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. My shoulders began to shake as tears spilled from my eyes. I hate it. I hated showing myself like this, but it was like I couldn't stop it. I had bottled my feelings for so long, the cap had just busted, and the bottle needed to be relieved.

I felt another hand on my back as my body began to tremble – and soon another. The people who I protected the most but also pushed away, was here in my biggest time of need. This is family, but I was missing the biggest piece. Harley and now our unborn child.

I pulled away from Price and I felt the hands on my back disappear. The black around my eyes was now running into my mask. "Don't give up Simon. She needs you," Price told me as he grabbed the side of my upper arms.

I nodded my head at his words, "I'm not. I'm going to kill every last one of those bloody fuckers."

"Now there's the Simon I know," Prices voice deep and hearty. "Lets all try to get some rest and if anyone hears anything, let Laswell or myself know immediately." We all nodded in agreeance and the room slowly emptied out. I sat back down in my chair, not ready to even face the door to our bedroom. I know I needed the rest, but I couldn't bring myself to smell her, see her clothes or even sleep knowing that she is out there being tortured or sold to some greedy old bastard.

The more I thought about what was being done to her, the more my blood boiled. I hated it. A part of me didn't know if I would feel better knowing she was alive and being tortured or if she was dead and I wouldn't be able to see her again – but at least she wouldn't have to suffer.

I sit there in the briefing room for several hours before I get up and attempt to walk towards our bedroom. With each step, my knees were getting weaker – but the weight on my shoulder was becoming heavier. To touch the doorknob, it was like a jolt of electricity was going through me. This, this right here was pure torture.