Until Trevor (Until, #2)(68)

When the doctor finishes the last of the stitches, I say, “If you don’t need anything else, I am going to take her to see her brother, then home.” I look at my dad, who nods his head. He hugs Liz, and promises that he and Mom will stop by tomorrow. The nurse comes back in with a top for Liz to wear. I take her into the bathroom and help her get cleaned up. When we make it to Kara’s room, Tim is standing outside her door, talking to someone I don’t recognize. Liz’s hand flexes in mine; her steps falter, putting me on guard.

“That’s Kai,” Liz whispers.

“Go in the room with Kara and close the door.”

“Trevor, he saved us.”

“I know, baby, but I’m not going to risk something else happening to you, so do what I say.” When we reach the door, I block her as she goes into the room and closes the door behind her. Once I know she is safe, I go in for the kill. I’m not going to have this shit go down again. I shove Kai into the wall, my forearm going into his throat. “What the f*ck is going on?” I’m done playing games. I have no idea what he wants from Tim, but I’m going to make it perfectly clear that he is never going to get the information by threatening Liz.

“I’m going to let you get away with touching me this one time because I understand that you’re upset about what happened to your wife. But in the future, if you think about touching me, I will end you.”

“Do you think I give a f*ck? I want to know that I’m not going to have to deal with this shit again.”

“I took care of it, Trevor,” Tim says, pulling my arm. I step back, shrugging off his touch.

“You took care of it, Tim?” I shove him against the wall. I don’t give a f*ck that he was shot. “My wife was kidnapped, along with your then-pregnant fiancée, Tim. She delivered your son in the back of an SUV while bleeding from a head wound. You told me that this shit wasn’t going to follow you to town. You said that the police were handling everything; so tell me, what the f*ck happened?”

“They were going to use Liz and Kara against me. They wanted me to go back with them so that I would agree to talk to the DA. They didn’t know that Kai had contacted me already, and informed me of what was going on. He didn’t know that the girls were going to be kidnapped, just that they were going to convince me however they had to, to do what they wanted.”

“As I was just telling Mr. Hayes, nothing like this will happen again, so he doesn’t need to concern himself.”

“How do you know that?” All I want to know is that Liz will never have to go through something like she did tonight ever again.

“You never bite the hand that feeds you. Now, I am sure you would like to get back to your families. Tim, thank you again; and congratulations to you and Kara.” And with that, he turned and walked off.

“Tim, I need to know that Liz is never going to be in danger again.” I run my hands down my face. I had been with Tim at the hospital when I found out that Liz had been taken. I never wanted to feel as helpless as I did in that moment again.

“She won’t be.” He opened up the door to the room. Kara was sitting up in bed; Liz was in the rocker holding her nephew.

“How’s he doing?” Tim asks, walking up to Liz. He runs his hand over her hair, before kissing her forehead.

“He’s sleeping,” she says, handing him over to Tim, who takes him carefully from her arms. He walks over to the bed where Kara is.

“Let’s go home,” Liz says softly, grabbing onto my hand.

“Yeah, let’s go.” I pull her into me, drop her hand, and kiss her. As soon as our tongues touch, I’m lost in the feeling and taste of her. This is what I could never live without; this is what I will always fight for. I pull my mouth from hers, kissing her bottom, then top lip. “Let’s go home,” I repeat. I kiss her forehead, wrap my hand around hers, and take us home, leaving the day behind us.









Epilogue

One year later.

Liz

“Baby, wake up.”

“Trevor, please, I’m trying to sleep. Go away.”

“Baby, you need to get up and go to the bathroom.”

“I don’t need to go to the bathroom!” I cry, shoving my head under the pillow when I feel sleep slipping away from me.

“Baby, I need your first urine.”

“What?” I shriek, sitting up and looking at Trevor, who is wearing a white t-shirt, sweats, and a huge smile.

“I need your first urine. Well, that’s what this says.” He holds a giant piece of paper in front of me, waving it back and forth. I’m following it, trying to see what the hell he is rambling about. “See, it says right here.” He points at a small section of writing on the giant piece of paper. “You should use your first morning urine.”

“First urine, for what?” I ask confused.

“This!” He holds the pregnancy test in front of my face, making my breath catch.

“Why do you have that?”

“You’re late.”

“I’m late?” I repeat, not taking my eyes off the test.

“Yeah, we have been having sex practically every day for the last two months. When I first did some research on why you might be late, it said it could be stress, so I wanted to give it some time to see if your period came. It hasn’t, so you need to pee on this.” He holds the test up again.