Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 135

Chapter 135

Sutton drifted between layers of dim sound and raw pain. It was too much. It was like her body no longer belonged to her it throbbed. It putsed, uchod in strange places. Hands touched her everywhere… her stomach, her face, her arms. The back of her head. Voices moved over her like waves. She didn’t even know if she could answer if they asked her any questions.

“BP’s dropping… get fluids going, now!”

“The OB team is on their way.”

“She’s around twenty–eight weeks? Okay, prep for fetal distress protocol and call neonatal. Possible placental abruption on impact.”

The ER was manic. So much noise, so much rapid motion.

She felt herself slipping again… but then… a voice.

Deeper than the rest. “Where is she? Where is Sutton Warner?”

It penetrated the darkness in her head. Luca.

“I’m here,” he said. His hand found hers. It was warm. His lips touched her hairline. “I’m here, Sutton. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you. Just stay awake. Please, baby.”

She tried to blink. Her eyes wouldn’t cooperate, but her fingers twitched faintly against his palm.

A doctor spoke over her head. “Sir, are you family?”

Luca didn’t hesitate. “I’m her fiancé. I’m the father of the baby.”

“Okay, we need you to fill out some paperwork.”

“You save her,” Luca said, his voice hard now, cutting through the room like glass cracking. “If it comes to a choice… you save Sutton. Do you understand me?”

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“We may have to deliver the baby early. The baby is viable… The NICU team can prepare for a preterm birth, but if there are complications with the mother…”

“You save her,” Luca repeated, quieter this time. Less forceful, but somehow more final. “Whatever it takes. Please.”

Sutton heard every word. Not clearly, not in full… but enough.

Enough for a sob to get caught in her throat, unspoken.

She wanted to tell him she’d be okay. That he didn’t have to choose. Because she would choose her baby, and it was her choice.

But she couldn’t speak. Her mind fuzzed over. Light faded.

And then nothing.

Luca stood rooted at Sutton’s bedside as they rushed her down the hall, the sound of wheels spinning over linoleum marking the fastest goodbye he’d never wanted to say.

She was whisked into an emergency surgical suite, the doors swinging shut behind them before he could breathe in or out.

One nurse had placed a hand on his chest when he’d tried to follow.

“Sir, please… you have to wait here.”

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hand, still feeling the imprint of her still one, even

nurse had the decency to bring him a chair three

phone buzzed in his pocket.

He answered. “Yeah.”

voice was tight. Controlled. “Jake

been in a meeting. He had left it to Jake as he rushed to Sutton’s

in emergency surgery,” Luca said, pacing. “They think there might be a placental abruption. Internal bleeding. They’re delivering the

And the…

“No idea yet.”

Roman was trying to figure out what to say next. This was

are you?” Luca

I’m with Keira

Luca swallowed hard. “Okay.”

“We’ll be

wall. His knees buckled slightly and caught just shy

sounds continued–buzzers, intermittent pages, the voice of a pediatric surgeon calling for extra hands. But Sutton was in danger and he couldn’t be

Sutton.

His Sutton.

than his life. But after this, she could hate him and never want to see him again. If it saved her life, it was a risk he

them to save

what that meant. He knew

he didn’t regret

world even be without her breathing in

of him ached

He’d wanted their child.

So damn much.

his right arm while Sutton slept, whispering

to choose, there had never

His eyes burned.

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a NICU team rolled an incubator out

It was hard.

“De Santis?”

been yanked out of

the prep bays toca saw the tiny tubes, the oxygen tires, the warmth

from earlier gestured toward the wall. “There’s a private family room

the second

“You will. I promise.”

see

You’ll have to wait

son. He had a

overlooking the street below and tried desperately not to

had been years ago. His mother in surgery. He was fifteen. No one had told him his mother wouldn’t wake up. They’d let him believe

a woman he loved more than anything was on the other side of surgical doors, and all he had

No matter what. If it comes down

door creaked open

He turned.