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Thirty-Four

Madison slowly opened her eyes. The light was blinding and pierced her skull. She closed them again.

“Madison?” A man’s voice struck her ears like it was coming from another world.

She squinted, widening her eyes in increments as they adjusted to the light. Then she realized there was a plastic tube coming out of her mouth. It felt like she was choking. She clawed at whatever it was, and a warm hand stopped her. Troy’s.

He reached for something next to her head and swept back some of her hair. “I’m so happy to see you again. Don’t say anything. Just wait.”

What was he talking about? What had happened? Where was she, and why was it so incredibly bright? Why couldn’t she breathe right? She screamed in her head, and her pounding heart thumped a staccato rhythm.

A woman in a pale-blue uniform came into the room.

“She just woke up,” Troy told her.

The woman fiddled with a machine next to the bed, and another person came into the room. A man in a white jacket. But she didn’t have time for this—whatever this was. She had a job to do. She struggled to sit up. She had to get to the station. Terry. He had something for her to look at— She winced. Thinking too hard hurt, and her memory was nothing but little snippets attempting to come together to form a complete picture.

Rather firm hands held her in place. The woman in the pale-blue uniform on one side and the man in white on the other. Troy stood back now, his hands on her feet.

“Madison, I’m Dr. Hunt,” the man in the white jacket said. “Nurse Vega is going to remove the breathing apparatus.”

Breathing apparatus!

“When I say so, let out a deep breath, Madison,” the nurse told her. “Blink twice if you hear me.”

Madison blinked once. Twice. Her eyelids felt so heavy they just wanted to stayed shut.

The woman positioned herself over Madison’s torso and put her hands in place to remove the tube. “Deep exhale now.”

She did so, and the woman removed the tube. Madison could feel every inch of it coming up her throat and fought the gag reflex. Her throat was raw and dry.

“Wa…ter,” she croaked out.

“Ice chips are the best we can do right now,” the doctor said.

The nurse offered Madison a cup with ice chips, and she took one into her mouth.

“You were in a car accident,” the doctor said.

A loud crunch. A force that lunged her forward, then back. The darkness.

He took out a stick from the pocket of his jacket and told her, “Follow this with your eyes.” He moved it left to right, right to left, left to right. “Good, good.” He went on to ask for her full name, birthday, Troy’s name, what she did for a job, what year it was, the current president’s name…so many questions. Eventually he stood back and smiled.

“Does that mean—” Troy’s voice cracked. “Is she going to be okay?”

The doctor nodded. “It’s early yet, but it’s looking good that she’ll make a full recovery.”

Troy had resumed his spot next to her, and he had his one hand wrapped around hers. The other was on her shoulder. She sought out Troy’s gaze, and when he looked into her eyes, she’d never seen him so pensive and anxious before. He looked like a mild breeze could knock his six-foot-four frame over.

“Wha…what happened?” She tried talking around the ice melting on her tongue.

“The accident caused your brain to swell, and to allow it time to heal, we put you into a medically induced coma,” the doctor said. “We were worried for a while, but it would seem you have someone up there looking out for you.” The doctor pointed toward the ceiling, and in Madison’s foggy mind, it took a while to piece together that he was referring to God or a guardian angel. “You do have a few bruised ribs though.”

That would explain why every breath was excruciating.

“They should heal up just fine,” the doctor went on. “Just no marathons or intense exercise for the next while.”

“No worries there,” Troy said and winked at her. Madison’s heart pinched, and she squeezed his hand. God, she loved that man, and he knew her so well.

“How long…have I…” She swallowed the melted ice. The cold of it was soothing to her throat.

“Better part of forty hours,” Troy answered. “You had the accident on Monday night about six, and it’s now Wednesday at eleven in the morning.”

Wednesday?! Maybe this was all some horrible nightmare and she’d wake up in bed, warm and next to Troy.

“When should she be able to leave, Doctor?”

“Let’s give it a couple more nights. We’ll continue to monitor you,” he said to Madison, “and if your vitals look good, you’ll be free to go by Friday evening. I’m also sure you’re anxious to know about your baby’s well-being.”

Baby! She must still be in a coma!

Troy stuttered, “She…she…she’s pregnant?”

“You didn’t know,” the doctor concluded.

Madison was in complete shock. Troy was wide-eyed.

The doctor went on. “You’re about six to eight weeks.”

She pried her brain to think of her last cycle. She’d never been regular but— She gulped. It had been a while since her last period, but she was on birth control pills and was religious about taking them. How could she be pregnant?

The doctor glanced at the nurse, looked back at Madison and Troy, cleared his throat and said, “I see this is quite a surprise for the two of you. It’s still early enough that if you wished to terminate the pregnancy, this could be done, but the sooner the better if that’s the decision you’re going to make.”

Troy gripped her hand tighter.

“Well, we’ll leave you two alone to talk,” the doctor said, then looked at Troy. “Visiting hours are from noon until two if you want to have family and friends come in, but I recommend limiting the number of people who visit today. She’s been through a lot and needs rest. And so do you.”

“Thank you,” Troy said, and the doctor and nurse left the room.

Troy looked at her. His mouth opened like he was going to say something a couple times, but nothing came out. His usual piercing green eyes had dulled and were a little bloodshot. His shoulders were sagged.

“How long…have…you…been here?” Her question came out in fragments.

“I’ve been by your side from the moment they let me.”

Her gaze went to the chair he’d been sitting in when she’d woken up. “You—”

“My turn to ask a question.” Hurt coated every word as if he’d been sliced by betrayal. He took her hand into both of his. “When were you going to tell me you’re pregnant?”

She closed her eyes. The days of nausea and the vomiting, her sensitivity to smells, her inability to enjoy a cup of coffee… She should have known, but they took steps so pregnancy wouldn’t happen. And though it had passed through her mind the other day, she’d dismissed it just as quickly as it had occurred. She was focused on her work—the murder investigation, bringing down corrupt cops, hindering the Mafia’s operations…

“Maddy, please.” Troy’s voice ripped something inside of her, and she met his gaze again.

“I didn’t know.”

“That’s why you were sick. Morning sickness.” Troy put a hand through his hair. “We should have figured it out. But we take precautions. How—” He snapped his mouth shut.

Tears snaked down her cheeks. This was probably when he told her that he wasn’t ready for a kid, that he didn’t want a kid, that he didn’t want to be with her, but he’d do what he could for the kid because he was that kind of man.

Seconds passed painfully.

“We’re having a baby!” He cupped her face and kissed her lips. He pulled back and let out a holler. He went to the doorway and called down the hall. “I’m going to be a dad!”

What the hell? She laughed—and stopped from the pain in her throat and ribs.

He raced back to her. “I’m so happy.”

“You’re—” She couldn’t speak. Personally, she was mortified and experiencing a myriad of emotions. Top of which was absolute panic. She’d never planned to be a mother. Kids weren’t even on her radar.

“I’m so happy,” he repeated. “And I love you.”

She found herself smiling, caught up in his excitement and enthusiasm. Maybe between the two of them, they’d figure it out, make it work. Her stomach tossed—the pregnancy itself or nerves from being pregnant? After all, in about nine months, less some weeks, she’d be squeezing out a melon. Her body would never be the same. Her life would become about carpools and sports and—

“Did you hear me, Madison? I love you.” He tapped another kiss on her lips.

“I love you, too.” She attempted a smile, but she wanted to cry.

His face scrunched up. “You’re not happy. You don’t want this.”

“It’s…it’s just a shock.”

“Or a good surprise?” Another grin.

She slapped a hand toward him and winced from the pain of doing so. Probably one of the bruised ribs. “We don’t even…have a…big enough house…for a kid.”

“We can fix that. I’ll call Estelle and get her seriously looking. What do you think? Four bedrooms? We’d have a couple spares. Could turn one into a home gym.”

As she listened to Troy painting this glorious future of them together, raising their child, she could feel her freedom and independence slipping away. As much as she was happy that he loved her and would stand by her, she wished that time could be reversed. She wasn’t sure she even wanted to consider what a baby would mean for her career and the badge she’d worked so hard for and valued so greatly.