Beauty and Rage (Leverage Fan Fiction)

35.

Eliot stood in the doorway of the hospital room, his arms crossed and his eyes on Andy. She was sleeping quietly in the hospital room. He was deep in thought but that didn't mean he didn't hear Nate walking down the hall towards the room Andy was in.

"How is she?"

"Sleeping." Eliot shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "She's been having trouble sleeping for the past few days. The cravings are insane and the baby won't stop moving."

"I know you want to stop Scott—,"

"I'm going to kill him the next time I see him." Eliot shook his head. "I've let him slide with a lot of things but this is the end of the line."

Nate nodded his head but said nothing for a while.

"Hardison is going to stay here with her—,"

"I don't want to leave her, Nate, especially not with Hardison. He can barely tie his own shoes—,"

"Excuse me, I can tie my own shoes for your information." Hardison spoke as he approached his two teammates. "You know I ain't gonna let a thing happen to her, Eliot. You know that. I have facial recognition scanning everyone in this entire building. If he comes in, I'll know before he even gets past the nurse station."

Eliot watched Hardison for a few moments before looking to Nate.

"How bad do you need me?"

"We're dealing with the Armenian mob."

Eliot let out a sigh and nodded his head.

"Let me talk to her when she wakes up."

"Take your time. Well, actually don't. We need to leave in four hours for Florida."

•*•*•

Eliot sat up when he heard Andy gasp. She was holding her side with one hand and the other fisted the sheets.

"You okay?" He leaned forward in his seat, putting his hand on top of Andy's.

"I'm-The baby just kicked." She pushed herself into a sitting position and rubbed her side.

"He kicked?" Eliot smiled softly.

"Yeah." She took his hand and placed it on the side of her stomach. "And it hurt like a bitch too."

Eliot waited patiently for a kick and when he finally felt it, his chest tightened. The feeling of the baby–his baby–against his palm made him feel something he had never felt before.

"I think I really like the name Grey, Eliot." Andy placed her hand over top of his.

"I like it." He nodded his head softly. "He's going to have my name right? If we're getting married, he's gonna have my name?"

"Of course, Eliot."

He watched her for a few moments, remembering that he wouldn't be able to stay here forever. His smile slowly faded away and Andy noticed.

"What's wrong?" She crinkled her brows together, squeezing his hand tightly. "Did something happen?"

"No, no." He shook his head. "I just.... I have to go for a few days. They need me, Andy. You know I'd rather stay right here with you—,"

"You don't have to explain it to me, sugar." Andy cut him off. "I understand. It's your job and I won't stop you."

"What? You.... You don't.... Wait a minute, you're okay with me leaving?"

"You're going after Scott right? I don't care what you do as long as he doesn't hurt me or the baby."

"I promise you that I am going to get him. He won't come near you and I swear he won't hurt you or the baby."