He didn't like this… he didn't have control over it, and seein' her fadin' away without being able to do anythin' has his heart squeezed tight.
Rio slaps his pockets, searching, only to be reminded that he doesn't have his phone.
"Gimme your phone and stop at the next goddamn hospital!" He ain't gonna lose her… not like this, he could deal with the shitstorm of law enforcement, with anythin'... as long as she was by is side.
Lee throws his phone at Rio and makes an illegal U-turn that gain them angry horns from the other vehicles on the road, they had gone past an hospital just a couple minutes ago.
Rio presses the contacts, "Shit…" reality hits him, he doesn't know her number, it ain't his phone, who know anyones numbers this days? "Beth! What's your sister's phone number?"
She mumbles jiberish fluttering her eyes closed again… "Son of a bitch…Beth!", he shakes her hard, "What's Annie's number?"
It seems to bring a bit of sense into her foggy eyes and she finally spills it in a slur, he presses each the number with shaky fingers.
Annie picks up at the second ring, "Hello?"
"Annie... It's Beth, there's been an... accident, she's bleedin' way too much…"
Annie almost screeches, "What kind of an accident? She has hemophilia...You need to get her to an hospital like RIGHT NOW! How serious is it?"
"Hemophilia?" His frowns deepens, noticing for the first time how the dark fabric of the dress is guled wet to the skin of her tight.
"Her blood doesn't coagulate properly… How don't you know this? How long as she been bleeding for?"
Rio doesn't know what scares him most, the lack of the usual the usual tease in Annie's voice or the information.
As he lifts the dress, his first thought was that 'twas another bullet… hatin' himself for not checkin' her for other injuries, hatin' himself for not doin' what his gut told him to do in the first place and bring her straight to hospital.
It was an awful lot of blood, soaking through the car seat and pouring steady from a deep gash in her inner thigh, "I'ma have to call you back... " he mutters already dropping the phone by the front middle console, quickly removing his belt and applying a tourniquet on her leg.
Lee got the phone and was talking to Annie, he could hear her shouts through the phone.
Rio kept talking to Beth, reassuring she was going to be fine, more to himself than her, making sure she didn't fall asleep and keeping pressure on her wounds.
The sound of her shallow breathing seemed to fill the confined space, "Sweetheart, you need to calm down…"
She was looking through him dazed, her pupils so huge that her eyes seemed black as coal, her ice cold hand felt lax under his as they applied pressure over bullet wound, a vein was ticking on her neck fast yet weak, the pasty clammy skin and blue cracked lips standing like an awful omen.
They finally reached the hospital after what seemed forever, and Rio is out before Lee even stops the car.
He drags Beth out grunting in pain, Lee is on his heels still on the phone with Annie.
Medical staff quickly surrounded them, as he drops hers on a stretcher, they start movin' at full tilt, one climbs up on top of her, hooking shit all over her, pumpin' her vein with iv fluids while they speed through corridors, talkin' between themself in terms he didn't understand, most ain't soundin' like its any good, grillin' him with the twenty-one questions, half of which he couldn't answer.
Never he thought that 'twas possible known someone so well, inside out, and still don't know shit about them.
Gladly Annie was on the phone to answer for the things he didn't known. The woman instantly went a top spot on his good books.
Finally they stop him from accompanying them further as she disappears behind the operating theater double doors.
"Sir? You need to take care of that arm…", the nurse says still pushing on his chest.
Like fuck if he cared about his arm right now, he would have them both ripped out gladly if it meant she would be back to her old sassy self in no time.
He just turned around and walked back to the waiting room and dropped on the closest chair and waited.
Never before had he felt so powerless or so afraid.
...
Annie blasted through the hospital front door not long after, her frantic gaze searching for Rio.
She had gone through this before, she knew how quickly things could go to shit, had waited in a room similar to this one, unbeknowning if her sister was going to survive what should have been a simple straightforward procedure.
And now because of him, Beth was going through it all over again.
Annie finally spots him. Bloody and bruised, dirty ripped clothes, the shirt was practically gone, his left shoulder looked triple the size it should as he clutched his arm close to his chest, his leg seemed to be twitching involuntarily.
She had her speech ready to roast the shit out of him... he was supposed to protect Beth, to take care of her… Annie was more than ready to kick the shit of his balls like she had promised.
She opens her mouth to spill her truth, stopping on her tracks completely as he lifts his head.
In front of her is a broken man.
Annie knowns Rio to a certain extent, he doesn't show any short of weakness... unless Beth was in the room and only if he thought no one was watching. He would look at her like a thirsty man would look at a fountain. It made her look away feeling awkward to witness such intimate display.
This on the other hand made her uneasy, troubled, terrified... "Beth?" She mutters almost afraid of his answer.
He shakes his head, voice raw. "Nothin' yet."
Annie falls to the chair next to him with a sigh, "That has to be good news, right? I mean, bad news travel fast." The attempt of humour sounding stark as she gives him a small smile.
He doesn't say anything, just keeps staring ahead.
"You look like shit… what the hell happen?"
Rio sighs, followed by a wince has he finds a better position on the uncomfortable chair, unsure of how much he should say. Beth had kept things quiet not wanting to worry her sister unnecessarily. "We were ambushed, wrecked the car… she got shot."
"Shot!" Annie almost jumps from her chair, spitting anger from every pore, "This was exactly the type of thing I was afraid off! If she dies… It's on you!"
Again he doesn't say anything, he just nods taking the hit like he deserves it and she is left feeling like shit and regretting her words. Even if she's right.
The clock ticks and as the hours go through the pain gets worse, adrenaline giving way to some kind of weird detachment... he takes it, feeds on it, to cope, to keep most of blame ill feeling away.
He prays in silence, asking for divine intervention, making absurd promises he knows won't be able to fulfill. He had a strained relationship with the man up there, but he never doubted Him, he was sure He had put Beth on his path for some reason, he just hoped it wasn't to punish him for all his sins... Please, just don't take her away.
Mr. Marks raised voice comes from the reception, taking him from the deep thought, as she argues with the nurses, again. She has been at it since she arrived one hour ago.
It's been almost three hours… his woman was giving a hell of a fight. Rio hold onto that thought, Beth was a fighter… she would do what it takes. She had to.
He hears the muffled sound of footsteps before the doctors reach them and he is on his feet as fast as lightning, Annie right behind him.
"Family of Elizabeth Marks?"
"Yes, how is she?" Annie ask as he swallows hard.
"Stable."
Rio lets out the air he didn't notice he was holding, Mrs. Marks squeezes his hand, he didn't even noticed the woman was standing there, but stable didn't mean out of the woods.
"She was lucky, very lucky… She suffered a cut to the saphenous vein, it just missed the femoral artery, she wouldn't have been as lucky there. She's stable but we are still accessing her head injury, there is still the possibility of brain hemorrhage. The gunshot wound was the least of the problems."
"When can we see her?" Mrs. Marks asks.
"She's getting ready to move to ICU and we still have a few more tests to do, shouldn't take long, we will inform a nurse to let you know... Sir?" The doctor turns his attention to Rio, "You need to get treated if you want to visit her in there. Also the police was informed of the incident, they will want to talk to you."
"Thank you." Annie adds as they leave then turns to Rio with a teary smile, "She's going to be fine!"
Rio just nods walking with a limp to the reception to get checked out… when he sees her, touches her hand and kisses her lips, just then he would relax.
When he finally got patched up, Annie and Mrs. Marks were already with Beth, there was a two visitor restriction so he had to wait and he was getting goddamn impatient.
Things got worse when Carlos dropped by, with new clothes and phones.
"How is she?" Carlos asks with actual concern, the first time Rio recalls to see his good friend this worried in a long time. Not even him could resist his fiery Red forever.
He grins amused, carefully removing the arm sling, the strong medication helping as he put on the clean singlet followed by his hoodie, "Better. Still in ICU."
"I seen the car... 'twas a shit ton of blood. Lee said she was half dead..." Carlos says as he helps Rio put back the sling.
"Yeah, she was…" 'Casue he couldn't protect her, rage fills him, not able to take is vengeance on himself he ask for the next best target, "Ortega?"
"Nothin' yet, we got everyone on alert, he gon' show up sooner or later… the cops got hands on the wrecked mustang and yous were seen, Don Ortega wasn't worried we got your faces on cams all over, nothin' we can do… the cops will be all over yo' ass soon enough."
Rio clenches his jaw and squeezes the bridge of his nose, "Just get Ortega… I'll deal with the pigs."
Carlos nods, already leaving as Rio spats the reminder, "I want him alive."
Rio walks in Beth's room, Mr. Marks had left to help Dean with the kids and Annie was waiting outside giving him some privacy.
She was still incredibly pale… frightening unmoving, if it wasn't for the constant beeping of the monitors hooked to her we could swear she was gone.
He half sits on the stretcher, carefully of the iv's and all the shit, he grabs her hand to make sure she was there.
Her eye socket was bruised black where the fucker had punched her, just remembering it made all the anger come back tripled.
He caresses her cheek with his knuckles, her hair was pasty with dried blood just above the now covered cut in her temple.
With his throat feeling constricted and unable to kiss her lips as she is still intubated, he sends a small thank you prayer to the guy upstairs as he kisses her forehead softly.
"They say she won't wake up till tomorrow." Annie's voice sounds behind him.
"You can go if you want, I'll stay."
"Listen, I shouldn't have blamed you…"
"You're right 'tis my fault, I couldn't protect her…"
"You can't blame yourself for that… she would have been fine if it wasn't for the acquired hemophilia. No one even knew she had it until Emma was born… It was awful." Annie says as if she is reviving the memory, "I was with her you know? Dean had given up on births after the first… We were even joking that even thou the baby was being lazy it should be like a breeze after number three… everything went to shit after that. Beth was exhausted, things weren't progressing, they say she needs a c-section but everything is fine. They took Emma out, she was perfect and healthy... I was holding Beth's hand while they finished tying her tubes, she was perfectly fine and talking then she starts to go cold all of sudden… I just hear the doctors, suction, suction… Everyone started to freak out, she got this horrible ashen colour, lips blue… it was all so fast... I've never seen anything like that…"
Rio nods, "I know the feelin'... She was fadin' away and I just couldn't do anythin'."
"I don't remember Beth being sick ever before, not joking, she never gets sick, it was a shock... and that's an hereditary thing, no one has it in our family. The doctors later explained that the condition can develop in later stage of pregnancy, all extremely rare. She's gonna be fine now… You'll see how quickly she'll be back to bite you on the arse." She jokes patting his leg.
For Rio the morning wasn't coming fast enough.
It feels like she had been hit by a truck, twice. But like she heavy floating… this drugs were a fuckin' bomb.
Beth tries to flutter her eyelids open, have her eyelids ever hurt before?
She licks her sandpaper dry lips and gives it another go, this time it was easier, blinking until her vision adjusts.
First thing she sees is Rio's head next to her hand, he was sleeping on what should be the most uncomfortable position ever, half sitting half leaning in her bed.
Her hand goes to his scalp, massaging her fingers between the crisp short hair, wondering if it would be straight or wavy when long.
He starts to move, almost instantly lifting his head.
"Hey…" She mutters, her throat felt incredible raw. They had removed the tubes this morning, not a pleasant experience.
"Hey there gorgeous…" He responds back with a sleepy smirk.
Beth chuckles lowly, "Gorgeous my ass… I've seen what I look like... It ain't pretty!"
"Your ass is indeed very gorgeous and you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen."
She chuckles again licking her lips.
Rio immediately grabs the water by the side table, placing the straw in her mouth, she drinks with a frown, "A bourbon would feel much better right now… got any?" She mutters with a lazy smile, feeling very tired.
"Do you know what happens when you mix prescription drugs and alcohol, miss?" He asks all serious.
"A good time?" She quips almost asleep.
He laughs, cupping her cheek on his palm, never so glad for that thing to be out of her mouth… when she woke up this morning half in panic, unable to talk, the whole ordeal to remove the tube... the pain he caused her was too much, he would never stop hating himself.
He leans in hovering just above her lips , "I'll give you a very good time when you are all better, hmm?"
She smiles against his lips, "Sounds like heaven."
Rio grins and kisses her. Heaven was kissing her again.
"Rest sweetheart, I'll be here when you wake up."
Beth mumbles approvingly against his chest before falling into deep sleep.
...
The cops had just left and although the lies come out of her mouth as easily as the truths she was left feeling shaken. They wanted to question Rio… it had been easy for her, she said she doesn't remember a thing after the car accident until she woke up in hospital, give them the weak recovering from a brush with death bat of her sleepy eyes and they were believers.
But Rio...she was unsure how he was going to explain them being dragged out of the wrecked car by thugs on what was clearly a targeted ambush and where had they been till she was dropped at the hospital.
The last thing they needed was fuel for the FBI to sniff around, she was sure Agent Turner would visit soon enough.
She's pulled out from thought by a rap on the door.
"Can I come in?" Ruby asks popping her head in.
"You better not pull out liver or something else as disgusting from that box!" Beth says as Ruby enters the room with a container in hand.
"Damn, chill! Is those white ass danishes you like so much!"
Beth almost cries with happiness, "You're a lifesaver! I swear… if I have to eat another one of those fucking livers I'm gonna scream and start bashing someone." She adds reaching for the container greedily.
Everyone seemed to think she needed a diet rich in organs and other disgusting stuff! Since she had been transferred from ICU to the private room, the cooked delicacies had been arriving at an alarming pace. She was thankful Ruby didn't think the same.
"I see your back to your old self." Ruby says with a big smile plastered on her face.
"Hmmm...Yes, I feel much better. Oh God... hmmh, delicious!" She says stuffing her face with the pastry, "Sorry… you want some?"
"Hell no! You know I'ma donut gurl!" Ruby sits by her side on the bed grabbing Beth's hand, thinking how close she had been to loose her best friend, "Beth… you know you were more dead than alive... you have notion of that, don't you?"
She did.
The doctors said she lost over two litres of her blood, close to three as they kept pumping her with transfusions and fixed her... she was lucky her head concussion didn't hemorrhage, she was lucky her own clumsiness with the knife didn't kill her, she was lucky that she manage to save Rio, she was lucky to see her children again… yes, she had a lot of things going that she could call a miracle, if she believed in such things.
"So this is your life now, uh? You're set on being this crime boss with bullet holes and all to prove it?"
"Yeah." Beth answers without a doubt.
"Are you sure Beth? Do your really want this?" Ruby presses with concern.
Ruby and Annie… they didn't understand, she had not mentioned any of it to them, they didn't know that she had killed… they wouldn't understand the truth, that she didn't regret it, that she would do it all over again.
Beth couldn't bare the thought of them becoming afraid of her, to look at her the way they looked at Rio… and they didn't even know half of it.
She wasn't willing to lose the beyond blood bond that brought them together. She wasn't willing to let go of Rio either, this was his life and so was hers.
The answer came easily, "Yes, I do."
...
Beth had been back home for two of days now, after the nine day stay at the hospital, and she was feeling almost normal again.
She stretches her back against the bed headboard, setting the laptop to the side with a contempt sigh.
Although Rio had expressible forbidden her from working, she still sneaked in to check her emails and make sure everything was going alright, truth be told she was dying of boredom and it distracted her.
Rio had wanted to push back the stripclub opening but she had been adamant to keep it the same, she would be completely recovered by the time, it was pointless. She had somehow managed to convince him… in fact it was extremely easy to her surprise.
She had seen how he would look at her when he thought she wasn't watching… he reeked with guilt... and for something completely out of his control, she was not sure how to help him move on from it.
The rose gold glock by her bedside table, catches the sunlight coming from the window capturing her attention.
One of the boys had salvaged it along with the knife before they burned the warehouse to the ground, she had no idea what happen to the bodies, besides that Felix had his funeral while she was still in hospital.
David Ortega was M.I.A, hiding away smartly or out of fear. She would do exactly the same if she was in his situation. When Rio was out for blood, he could be very scary and even more viscous.
It was also very... erotic.
Each time the Ortega name was mentioned, raw rage seemed to pour from every pore of him. It made her heart pump faster, made the blood in veins thicken sultry.
Feeling shameless and somewhat excited, Beth picks up the gun. The weight of the metal in her hand, reminding her of the way she had felt when she pulled the trigger for the kill.
She had asked herself many times what would it feel like, what if's and could she… to be honest she never expected to actually experience such.
"You should be restin'… " Rio drawls from the doorway, then frowns and walks to her "And definitely not workin'..."
Beth smiles, "I was bored! But now that you're here…"
She grabs his hand yanking him closer to her, laughing as he almost crashes into her.
The laugh quickly transforms into a moan as he kisses her deeply.
To her surprise he breaks the kiss way to quickly, sitting straight. "You're gettin' very strong... must be all those livers you hate so much!" He quips with an half grin.
Although she scrunched her face in disgust at the reminder, that killer half grin is making sinful things happen in her lower belly.
God… how she missed his touch.
He frowns as he caresses the sensitive skin at her nape just under her hairline, and she can sense he is concerned, looking at the gun still in her grasp.
"Rio… I-I enjoyed it!" Beth lets out the thing that had been troubling her, knowing he was the only one who could understand her, "Never felt anything like it! I'm not even sure if I can describe it. It felt… extremely powerful, intoxicating… unique, then a whole lot of... nothing ! Is it the same for you?"
"Yeah darlin'… 'tis the nothing that keeps me goin' back. It's... peaceful, in a strange way."
She nods, knowing exactly what he was talking about, it was... impossible to describe, the closest was maybe the bliss of orgasm, that little half second just before everything shatters when you don't, no… when you can't think about anything, when you are completely free. It kinda felt like that but longer, better... closer.
He reaches behind his back to get the golden gun, gripping it tight in his large hand in between them, "Twas my father's gun, it's my token... and I've given you yours. I'm sorry Elizabeth. It seems I can't do anythin' but give you a shit ton of trouble." He lets out a big sigh, "If I had lost you..."
Beth reaches for his face with her hand, cupping his cheek tenderly in her palm, "You didn't! Rio, you can't protect me from everything, there will be always something! We don't know what's to come, but we know this moment… all I want is for you to love me!"
"You know I do."
"Then don't hold back, love me like there is no tomorrow."
He stares at her for the longest time, nothing but love and his bare soul showing through. Beth never loved him more.
He brings his hand forward, cupping her jaw, his thumb caressing over her lush lower lip.
"No, Elizabeth. I'm lovin' you like I'm gonna lose you." Rio drawls rawly, bringing her to his lips.
They have shared a lot of kisses… sweet and short, long and needy, violent and urgent kisses, but this… this was the everything and some more.
Beth tugs at his t-shirt wanting to feel him closer, they stop kissing for a second so he can slide it through his head.
Beth could see the fading bruising underneath his tattooed shoulder. She traces softly over the black ink with her fingertips, wishing she could make it go away, she kisses it.
He groans as her tongue slides over the skin, and her belly flip-flops and loops.
She had missed the sexy sounds he made too.
He starts to undo the buttons of her momma pj's, grunting approvingly as her breasts come to view.
The nipples already painfully tight as he cups the large orbs in his palms, fondling and rasping his rough fingers over the taut tips.
Beth throws her head back moaning in pleasure, and Rio takes advantage her exposed neck, starting to nibble at the sensitive skin and further down until he captures a pink nipple into his mouth.
He latches hard, sucking on it while kneading her tit.
Beth grasp at the back of his head, pulling him closer as she sobs her pleasure. God, it felt so damn good!
He releases her nipple with a loud pop, the large mass wiggling in front of his wonderstruck dark eyes.
He groans cupping her breasts again, "You're so fukin' beautiful." He mutters before capturing her lips into an ardent kiss that left Beth gasping for air.
He slides his fingers underneath the satin at her shoulders, the feeling of the material slowly gliding over her arms so erotic that left her quivering in need.
"Darlin', you sure you ok for this? You're shiverin'…" He asks raw against her lips.
"I'm shivering because I need you to be inside me…" She replies, pressing her breast against his chest as he chuckles on the crook of her neck, the soft rumble traveling all the way to her clenching core.
His response his maddening slowly and a barely touching caress down the back of her arms, Beth groans in frustration and bliss.
He chuckles again, teasing her with that half grin that she loved to hate.
Under her slight annoyed gaze, he moves her laptop to the side table, then her rose gold gun. But when he picks up the golden desert eagle an irresistible urge overcomes her.
Beth grasp at his hand over the grip and gazing into his midnight eyes, her tongue flicks over the golden muzzle.
Her nipples tight even further, and under the flash of his burning dark eyes her belly churns with need.
Rio presses the tip against the soft skin of her neck, the cold metal seems to scorch and flame against the feverish skin as he slides it down, she hisses.
He doesn't stop, he caresses the top of her mounds, torturing her by slowing further as he is about to reach the nipple, then going back up the same path.
He presses hard on her skin forcing her to lean back into the bed. Only then he touched her nipples, nuzzling the metal against it.
She had fantasised about this, in her shower, after that night so long ago when she pointed this same gun at him, just before he took her pussy in his mouth for the first time.
All the fantasies couldn't grasp to the reality, to such intense pleasure.
Beth moans as his tongue circles around her navel and he brings the the muzzle down her breast bone.
He makes a small pause to gently place a kiss over the gunshot healing scar, then he tugs at her pants, sliding them all the way off, followed by her boy-shorts.
His lips found the large gash in her inner thigh, placing soft kisses all over its stitched length.
Beth breath hitches as he hovers over her pussy, and spreads her folds so carefully that it makes her whimper in desperation.
He then inhales deeply, "Fuck darlin'..." Rio drawls almost sounding like he is in pain, "Your scent is as good as your taste... sweet like candy and as divine as Eden."
The rough tongue slides over her wetness and she's a goner, the guttural sound leaving her throat not even sounding hers.
Her hips thrust to meet each maddening lick, "Rio… please!", he suckles at her clit all so softly in response increasing the torture, "Please!, Beth whimpers.
He then slowly releases her clit, humming as he licks his lips, then he finds a substitution for his mouth… the gun muzzle.
"OH GOD!" Beth hisses, as the cold tip burns the sensitive nub, the pleasure is making her insane, he keeps the pressure on her clit, while his stiffened tongue fucks her pussy, in and out, as deep as he can go, yet he keeps her on the edge, not allowing her release.
"RIO PLEASE!" Beth animalistic growl seems to pierce through his madness as he wickedly flicks the muzzle over the engorged nub.
She shatters into thousands of tiny pieces as he laps at her juices, the pleasure is so intense, that she curls her toes, her nails curving backwards as she grasps hard onto the egyptian cotton sheets, all her muscles seem to clench as she arches her back.
She has no idea how long it has been until she opens her eyes, but she is still weaving harshly, and Rio completly naked body is against her side, his cock searing against the skin of her thigh, his ring finger circling her nipple areola with an half grin on his lips.
"You sure you ain't no angel? 'Cause somethin' that beautiful can't be from this world."
"I must have fallen when I saw you." She quips.
Rio's laugh roars through the room and her bones.
God... how bewitching and captivating he was. It was like she kept on falling in love with him, over and over again.
Beth climbs on top of him, the laugh dying the instant she cups his hard rock shaft in her hand.
With her thumb she spreads the pre-cum over the tip, finding her entrance Beth slowly lowers herself, they both gasp for air, as she slides smoothly, taking all of him in her.
She waits until she's adjusted to his size, before leaning for a kiss, "Thank you." She mutters against his lips.
He gives her a puzzled look, gliding his fingers through her soft hair, "What for?"
"For making me feel this way… for loving me."
"Elizabeth… how can I not love you when you're the light to my darkness, my other half, my everythin'."
With her heart soaring, Beth moves her hips, both grunting at the pleasure, "I love you Rio.", she says capturing his mouth.
And he would never get tired of listening to it.
Rio slides his hands over her back as she starts to ride him, rotating her hips as she slides down his swollen cock.
He fondles her breasts, squeezing the tight tips between his ring finger and thumb, being graced with her moan of pleasure, her walls clenching around his meat in a death grip. He ain't gon' last long.
Rio grabs her hip bones, guiding her up and down, increasing the rhythm to a frantic pace, he thrust his hips to meet hers, plunging into her deeper and faster.
Her moans making him wild, his balls tighten in anticipation... he needed more, needed to give her more.
With a swift move, he rolls them on the mattress to be on top of her then presses his lips to hers, her mouth opening for his tongue as he deepens the kiss.
Her legs wrap around him as he fucks her real good, slamming into her, filling her till the brim repeatedly.
He feels how her muscles start to tense and his cock throbs in recognition.
Their fingers entwine, hands clasped together as he stares into her deep blue eyes.
Beth arches beneath him with a delicious scream, sucking at his cock with her inner muscles.
He thrust into her one last time hard enough to make them bound forward, spilling his seed in her velvety warmth as he groans his pleasure into her open mouth.
They kiss long and sweet as their weaving chests try to catch up with their breathing.
"You still don't believe in miracles?" He asks after a long enjoyable silence, nuzzling his nose against hers.
Beth thinks about it, unsure... "I believe in you." She says after a while.
He grins, mirth in his dark eyes, "Darlin'... I just put a baby in you."
Beth chuckles, "You would certainly need divine intervention…"
He grinned ear to ear and kissed her.
Her laugh dies, as she stares at him thrown… he was actually serious.
With the drop of her stomach she wished it was possible, wished for one more miracle.