ThugWorkout wrote:
Dymitrius was holding his breath as he gazed down at the tiny baby, his hand holding onto Luna’s for dear life but his head lifted when he felt Sasha shifted and she was out the room like a shot. “Sasha..” he called after her, but he wouldn’t force her, he’d had his cry, he’d done it outside and now was his time to be the alpha that he was. He let out the breath he was holding and let go of Luna’s hand, and then very carefully he reached forward and picked up his daughter, holding her to his chest, kissing the top of her head. So precious, such a small life gone in an instant. He would never understand why, there was no reason he could fathom as to why those bastards would ever want to cause harm to Sasha or their baby. He held her for as long as he could before running his pinky over her delicate nose and mouth, and then lying her back down. ”I love her so much.” He frowned.
Gabbie felt a sudden guilt hit her and she gasped quietly, gripping the seatbelt around her. “I can’t believe I’ve been so selfish. Here I am worrying about my own selfish desires and my best friend is in hospital after.. after..” she couldn’t bring herself to say the words, instead closing her eyes tight for a moment, wishing the tears away, and this time it worked. “Yeah, if you wanna collect your meeting and I’ll get them some bits and pieces together, I still have her spare key.” She nodded slowly. She brought her hand down to rest over his and it was like their little family created some kind of sealed bind, feeling her own eyes twinkling and Connors began to turn golden. “But I’m not going to talk about this..” she nodded to her stomach. “.. until Sasha has had her time to grieve. It wouldn’t feel right, boasting about it in front of her.”