Savor You (Fusion #5)(61)

It’s important that I do this the right way.

I find a onesie that says So the Adventure Begins, and I think that’s pretty perfect.

This is definitely going to be an adventure.

So I snatch that up, along with a card that’s blank inside. When I get to the car, I write, Congratulations, Daddy inside the card and put it in a fun gift bag with the onesie.

That’s pretty good for spur of the moment, if I do think so myself.

I feel like the past few days have taken our relationship to a brand-new place. The past is finally in the past, and we love each other. I have no qualms at all about telling him about this baby.

I wonder what would have happened ten years ago if I had been pregnant? Would we still be married, or would we have divorced, making us split time with the kiddo? Would we hate each other by now?

Because let’s be honest, we were so young then, and obviously not great with communication. I don’t see how that could have lasted long term.

“It doesn’t matter,” I mutter and flip the radio on. The freeway is busy, but moving well, and I’m excited to get home to Camden. I’m not even nervous.

“Holy fuck, I’m going to have a baby.”

I do a little happy dance in my seat just as the guy ahead of me switches lanes.

But the person ahead of him is stopped dead, and I don’t have time to stop.

Loud noise. Airbag in my face.

Nothing.



It feels like I’m swimming in really thick water. I can’t move. Sounds are really slow and far away.

I open my eyes, and it’s like being hit by a hammer. Loud noises, people bustling around. It smells horrible.

“Miss?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t move.” I glance to my left and see a guy in his twenties looking in at me. He’s wearing a hat and suspenders. “We’re cutting you out of there.”

“What’s happening?”

“You rear-ended the car in front of you going pretty fast.”

I frown and cry out at the pain in my head.

“Your car is crushed in. You also got hit from the rear. So we have to cut you out of here.”

“Shit.” The light hurts. Everything hurts. “Baby.”

“Did you have a baby in the car?”

“No.” I lick my lips, unable to open my eyes, the light hurts so badly. “Pregnant.”

“She’s pregnant!” he yells to someone. I’m in the water again, fighting to stay awake, but the water is warm and it doesn’t hurt here. I let myself slip back under, until there’s nothing.



“Wake up, Mia.”

“No.” It’s loud. I don’t want to get up and go to work. I’d rather lie here next to Camden. Maybe we can just have sex all day. That would be fun, but I have a killer headache. “Head hurts.”

“I know, sweetheart, but I need you to wake up. You have a concussion.”

I open an eye, and I’m thrust into a nightmare. Two men are looking down at me, and it feels like I’m speeding in a car.

“What’s happening?”

“Do you remember me?” one of the men asks. “You talked to me when you woke up in the car, do you remember?”

“Sort of.” I wince. “My head is killing me.”

“You hit it pretty good,” he says with a smile. “But it looks like that’s the worst of it. Mia, I need you to tell me what day it is.”

“September something.” I frown. “My mouth is dry.”

“September what?”

“Tenth? It’s Wednesday.”

“Good girl,” he says and holds a straw to my mouth. “You can have a sip of this. What year is it?”

“2018.”

He nods and looks up at the other guy. “How’s her BP?”

“High, but not scary.”

“My parents.”

“I called your mom,” he says. “I found your phone, and Mom was listed as your emergency contact.”

“Good.”

I try to swallow, but everything in me hurts.

“Someone in front of me changed lanes, and the car in front of them was stopped dead. I had no warning.”

“That’s what the guy said who rear-ended you. He’s fine, he was able to slam on his breaks.”

I try to move my head, but it’s strapped to a board. “I can’t move.”

“We need you to have some scans done to make sure you don’t have a spinal injury,” he says. “But the fact that you’re staying awake and talking to me is a very good sign. You scared me when you passed out on me again.”

“I think I scared me, too,” I whisper. “I’m really tired.”

“Stay awake, Mia,” the other guy says.

“You two are ridiculously good looking.”

They both smile down at me. “Is that a requirement to be a fire fighter or EMT? That you have to be hot so you can make calendars and bring in a bunch of money in calendar sales?”

“She found us out.” He presses some gauze to my head and comes away with blood. “You have quite the head wound here. I hope blood doesn’t make you queasy.”

“No choice, I guess,” I reply, and immediately feel queasy. “I’m always nauseated these days.”