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Chapter 138: Miscarriage

He laid Ruby gently across the back seat of his car, brushing her hair away from her face, his chest tight with panic.

Rayna jumped into the driver seat of hers just as Stefan slid behind the wheel of his.

The engine roared to life as he sped off, his grip tight on the wheel, with Rayna driving just as fast behind him.

"She’s going to be okay," he whispered. "She has to be." He kept telling himself as he kept driving while glancing at Ruby through the rearview mirror.

And in the backseat, Ruby lay motionless, pale, and silent—as Stefan drove faster than he ever had in his life, praying to a God he wasn’t even sure he believed in that he wasn’t already too late by the time he’d arrive at the hospital.

The white walls of the hospital waiting room felt colder than usual.

Stefan sat stiffly on the plastic chair, his elbows on his knees and his fingers tightly laced together. His heart was pounding—loud, heavy, and uneven. His clothes were stained with dust from the fall, and his palm still burned faintly from when he’d hit the ground shielding Ruby.

But that pain was nothing compared to what was twisting inside of him.

He hadn’t said a word since the nurses rushed Ruby through those double doors. Only the quiet hum of machines, the soft shuffle of feet, and Rayna’s occasional shifting in the chair beside him kept the silence from swallowing him whole.

His eyes were fixed on the wall ahead, but his mind was anywhere but there.

He had been just in time.

One second later, and Ruby would have been—

He couldn’t even finish the thought. What would’ve happened had he not decided to follow them from afar? Though Rayna had said he shouldn’t come, he’d felt too anxious, not wanting to just sit around and do nothing; hence, he’d thought to follow them from the distance, all so he could get a glimpse of Ruby and now this.

That image—her eyes wide, frozen in shock, standing by the side of the road as that car came speeding toward her—would never leave him. His body had moved before his brain had even processed it, pushing her out of the way with every ounce of strength he had.

But it hadn’t been enough. Because now she was inside that room, bleeding, unconscious, and carrying a child he hadn’t even gotten the chance to meet.

His child.

His and Ruby’s.

The thought made something tight squeeze inside his chest. He hadn’t even held her hand since the truth came out. He hadn’t had a single real moment with her where they were free from secrets or fear.

And now, that moment might never come.

"Please be okay," he whispered under his breath, not even realizing he’d said it aloud.

over at him

tightly for a second,

wasn’t just scared—he was angry

everything had turned upside

at whoever was behind that

down. No brakes screeched. No horn blared

No stopping. No checking if anyone had been

right. It didn’t feel

hit Ruby. But who could it be? It wasn’t like she had any enemy there in Florittle so

the car sped off—burned it into his brain like it was the only

he said suddenly, turning to her, voice low

up, her

police," he said, pulling his phone from his pocket. "I got the plate number. I

that’s necessary? I mean, it could’ve just been

nowhere and aimed straight for her. If I wasn’t there..." His voice cracked, just a little. He looked down, his fists clenched. "If I wasn’t there, she’d

get it. I’m not saying we shouldn’t take

Stefan was

child... that child is mine. I’m not going to just sit here and hope it was nothing. I need to do something. I have to. Besides, who knows if it’s a drunk driver? They need to stop him

a second and then canceled the call when it didn’t go

line and pressed the phone to his

on, Ethan,"

two rings, Ethan

his voice came through,

said, getting straight to the

"What? Are you okay?"

hit by a car

breathed. "Where are you

took her in twenty minutes ago. Rayna’s

"Is the baby okay?"

just hoping it’s

didn’t respond right away. Stefan could hear his breathing—uneven,

to avoid her. Just drove straight at her and sped off. I got the plate number though. I want to file

think someone’s targeting

right. And I can’t

number.