Demon Cant Help It

CHAPTER 24

The hospital was a complete whirlwind when they finally arrived. Jo was wheeled away as soon as they entered the ER, even though Maksim asked everyone he encountered if he could go with her.

A doctor in a white coat with a pair of scrubs underneath that were pink with heads of a little white cats with bows on their heads, was the final person to tell him no.

"Just wait here," she told him firmly, pointing to some vacant plastic chairs lined against a peach painted cinderblock wall. "Someone will be out as soon as we can to tell you what's going on."

Maksim didn't sit. Nor did he follow the doctor as she disappeared through gray swinging double doors.

He gritted his teeth, hating every minute of the helpless feeling coursing painfully through is body. And he didn't know if he trusted Jo's well-being to a woman in cartoon-covered clothing.

But he knew causing a disturbance wasn't going to help Jo, so he began to pace.

Very soon, Jo's friends appeared in the waiting room.

"Is there any word?" Erika asked.

"They just took her back." That was the problem with preternaturals. They expected everything to happen instantaneously. Waiting was hell.

The four lampirs sat down. Maggie leaned against Ren. Vittorio held Erika's hand. Maksim continued to pace. And no one spoke.

Finally Maggie said, "Maksim, you didn't hurt her, did you?"

Maksim paused, looking at her, warring for what to say.

"Not on purpose. No."

Maggie nodded as if that was good enough for her. Erika didn't look as convinced, and Maksim couldn't blame her.

Because the truth was, his greed had gotten the better of him as always. He might not have wanted to hurt her, but he'd done something he'd know wouldn't help her in any way, just because of his selfish need to know.

He dropped into a chair several over from the others and dropped his head into his hands. What was he going to do if she wasn't all right?

Just then, the swinging door swished open and the doctor in the pink and cats appeared.

She gestured for Maksim to follow her.

Erika and Maggie rose, but the doctor held up a hand to stop them.

"She will be fine," the doctor said. "No major damage. A good-sized knot on her head, some nasty bruises, and a pretty tender shoulder, but nothing that won't heal in a few days."

"Can we see her?" Maggie asked.

The doctor nodded. "But let's let the father have a moment with her first."

Maksim frowned, confused, but allowed the doctor to usher him out of the waiting room. Once they reached a closed door past several others lining one wall, the doctor stopped and faced him.

"First of all, let me say, she was very lucky."

Maksim nodded. He'd seen the fall, every horrible moment of it, and he had no doubt about that fact.

"The baby is fine, and…"

The rest of the doctor's words faded away as he tried to wrap his mind around what she'd already said.

The baby. The baby?

An overwhelming, breath-stealing, knee-weakening rush of joy filled him. Jo was pregnant? She was having a baby. His baby. He suddenly felt buoyant, estatic.

Then the feeling faded, his feet quickly returning to the ground. Even if she was pregnant with his child, it would be far too soon for her to know. Far, far too soon.

"…she is going to have to remain off her feet for a few days. I'd be pleased if she could do a whole week. She does have a concussion, so we are going to admit her for tonight."

Maksim found himself nodding even though nothing was really making sense to him.

"You can go see her, now."

The doctor pushed open the door, waiting for him to enter. He hesitated, still unable to wrap his mind around this news, unsure of what to say to Jo.

But he couldn't very well just continue to stand there like an idiot. He stepped over the threshold and the door closed behind him.

Jo lay on the bed, looking pale and drawn and frightened. She didn't move as she saw Maksim. He lingered by the door for a moment, then couldn't stay away. She so desperately looked as if she needed someone to protect her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, irritated that his voice sounded thick with emotion.

"Okay," she managed to say, her own voice strained.

"Does your head hurt?"

She nodded slightly, clearly not able to jar it any more than necessary.

They were silent for a few moments, then Maksim had to touch her. He caught her hand, gently squeezing her fingers reassuringly.

"The doctor told me the baby is fine."

Jo pulled in a shuddering breath as if she'd been waiting for those words, then tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry." Her voice quavered painfully.

"Sorry? Why?"

"I should have told you, before…well, before all of this."

Maksim shrugged. "Why didn't you?"

Jo laughed, the sound broken and watery. "I was in denial. Very, very deep denial."

That shouldn't have surprised him, but it did. "Why?"

She laughed again, though there wasn't an ounce of humor in the sound. "That's a long, pretty pathetic story."

He squeezed her hand and leaned forward. "Tell me anyway."

She looked at him for a moment, her teary gaze roaming his face, her eyes so large and dark and wary.

"Who is the father?" he asked, when she didn't speak, surprised at the emptiness in his chest now that his brief moment of fatherhood was over.

"A man I had a relationship with in D.C."

That was hardly a revelation, since she'd just moved down here, what? A month ago.

"How far along are you?"

"About thirteen weeks."

He nodded, realizing that he'd seen her naked, quite extensively, twice, and hadn't noticed any signs of pregnancy on her body. But why would he? He'd never seen her unpregnant, and he didn't have much pregnant sex to compare it to. Any, really.

"So did you decide you didn't want the father to be a part of the baby's life?"

She laughed again, and he was beginning to hate that broken, pained sound.

"Oh, I wanted him to be a part of our lives. He was the one who wanted nothing to do with us. Turns out he was married, which I didn't know. Fool that I was, he duped me completely. And when I told him my news, he made it very clear that I was never anything but a fling. And I was welcome to keep the baby, but he wasn't going to be any part of it. Seems he really, really loves his wife."

She laughed again, more pain and this time so much self-derision he ached for her.

They were quiet again, then Maksim realized that silent tears rolled down her cheeks again.

"What is it?" he asked.

"What the hell kind of mother am I going to make? I have an affair with a complete ass without even realizing it until I'm pregnant with his baby. I move to start a new life, but can't even manage to tell my very best friends why I'm here. I can't even bring myself to deal with my impending motherhood. Then I sleep with a man who I know is utterly unsuitable."

Maksim raised an eyebrow at that, but she didn't notice.

"Not once, but twice. And then a fall downstairs in a bar, because I'm nuts and seeing…" She stopped and just shook her head. Fresh tears trailed down her cheeks.

"I'm a mess."

Maksim sighed, then rose to go in search of a tissue. He found some on a counter by the door. He returned and dabbed at her cheeks.

"You will be fine. No one can know everything about a person. Believe me, I know." He had no idea what she was thinking most of the time. "You can only know what he told you. And he lied."

He finished wiping her cheeks, then handed her a second one, just in case.

"And you will be a great mother. You are just scared. It's a lot to take on by yourself."

She nodded, sniffing. Then she met his eyes. "I'm so glad I didn't lose this baby. I was terrified I had when I regained consciousness."

He nodded. "I'm glad you didn't, either."

And he realized that was true, and not just because of the role he would have played in the loss. But because she would have been devastated. And he couldn't watch her go through that. Her pain now was hard to bear.

He smiled then, trying to lighten the mood, because he couldn't manage all these foreign emotions roiling through him.

"You do realize that the doctor thinks I'm the father?"

Jo returned his smile albeit weakly. "If only." Then she immediately blushed, the pinkness making her look much healthier, even if it was brought on by embarrassment rather than wellness.

His own chest tightened with that weird need from earlier. Before either could say anything further, a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," Maksim called, relieved that they were getting an interruption.

Maggie, Erika, Ren, and Vittorio came into the small room, their presence taking up most of the space and pushing out some of the strangeness of their last words.

"How are you feeling?" Maggie asked, going over to the other side of the bed. Her eyes paused momentarily on Maksim's hand holding Jo's, but he didn't release it, and Jo didn't try to pull away.

"I've definitely felt better. But I'll be okay."

"What did the doctor say?"

"That I'm here for the night." Maksim noticed that Jo didn't tell them about the baby's welfare. Clearly she still wasn't ready to take on that conversation, and he couldn't really blame her. Today had been emotional enough for her.

"And everything is okay?" Erika asked, emphasizing there was more she wasn't saying.

Then he remembered her friends were lampirs. They could likely sense or smell or something Jo's pregnancy. From the very concerned looks on all their faces, it was pretty clear they knew something.

And here he was a demon, and he didn't have a clue. But maybe that was the explanation, he couldn't read pregnant humans' minds. Not that there should be any reason for that.

"I'm going to be fine," Jo assured her friends, her voice more resolute than he'd heard it since stepping inside this room.

Her determination calmed him a little. Jo was tough; he knew that without seeing inside her head. And she would be fine. She would be a great mother. She would survive.

And her resolution seemed to solidify something within him. He would be there for her. He would take care of her.

It was the least he could do, given the pain he'd just caused her. Even as he told himself that, he knew that wasn't his motivation.

Whether he wanted to accept it or not, Josephine Burke had been on his radar from the moment he met her, and she wasn't about to leave it. He'd do what he had to do to make sure she was okay.

"So what do they recommend for you to do?" Ren asked, his gaze interestingly enough going from Jo to Maksim and back to Jo.

Apparently all her friends were trying to figure out what was going on between the two of them.

"They said one night here, just for observation. Then if all goes well, I'm going to be sent home. But they want me on bed rest for a few days," Jo said.

"A week," Maksim corrected.

Jo rolled her eyes, but she did concede. "A week."

"You will stay with us," Erika said.

Jo started to shake her head, but Maksim interrupted. "No. She'll stay with me."

All eyes in the room turned to him.

Jo opened her mouth to protest, but he pressed a finger over her lips.

"No arguing. You are staying with me."

She stared at him for a moment, then nodded.

He turned and gave the others in the room a hard look, silently warning them not to challenge her decision.

Ren narrowed his eyes, suspicion clear on his face. Vittorio looked mildly annoyed. Erika looked wary and Maggie worried. But none of them said a word.

"Okay, folks," said a nurse from the doorway. "We need to let Ms. Burke get some rest."

Her friends said their good-byes, telling her they would check on her tomorrow. Only Maksim lingered behind, and again because the nurse assumed he was the father of her child and thus her significant other, she left, allowing him to stay.

"Are you sure?" she asked, not needing to explain what she was asking any more than that.

He nodded. "I want you with me."

She nodded again, although she looked unsure.

He couldn't help himself, and leaned down to kiss her. Her lips clung to his, sweetly vulnerable, yet hungry for him.

Maksim rested his forehead against hers, his chest swelling and filling with such strong, confusing emotions.

"I'm going to take care of you," he vowed, knowing he'd finally found someone he had to put before himself.

And that knowledge scared him.