Free The Yeah, Baby Series by Fiona Davenport Page A

I’ll call.”
    “If it doesn’t work?” There is no disguising the hurt and anger from my voice.
    Bailey put her hand on my arm, drawing my attention, “Calm down, Wyatt. We just found each other and haven’t had much time as a family. He’s afraid you’ll take me away again and he won’t be there to protect me.”
    “Protect you from what?”
    “From me getting hurt.”
    I staggered back a little. “You think I could ever hurt you?”
    “Of course you can hurt her. You don’t know the first thing about commitment, Wyatt,” Jack piped up, and I shot metal daggers at him through my eyes.
    Bailey growled in frustration, “Would you two knock it the fuck off?”
    Then she sighed and rubbed her stomach, looking at me. “You don’t really know me, Wyatt, and I don’t know you all that well either. I’m just trying to say that I can understand why he’s worried things won’t work out.”
    I shook my head a little, confused and hurt. “It was your idea to get married in Vegas. If you thought this wouldn’t last, why would you agree to marry me?”
    “I do think this will—” Bailey gasped and bent over slightly, her hands cradling her belly. She looked up at me with pain written on her face and tears starting to roll down her cheeks. I grabbed her arms in a panic, not understanding what was happening. With another gasp, she suddenly curled into herself, hugging her middle tight. Her face drained of color, her eyes closed, and I caught her right before her head hit the ground. 

Chapter 11
Bailey
    “I ’m scared,” I cried, my hold on Wyatt’s hand tightening while I waited on a bed in the emergency room. We’d been here for several hours already, and they’d run numerous tests to see what was going on. The pain was gone, leaving only light cramping in its wake, but the blood stain I’d found in the gusset of my panties when I changed into the hospital gown they’d given me was what had me completely freaked out.
    “I’m here, baby.” His thumb rubbed the underside of my wedding ring, a reminder that we were in this together as man and wife. “No matter what.”
    I was barely holding on by a thread, the feel of his hand on mine the only thing keeping me sane. Jack kept hold of my other hand. He hadn’t said a word since we arrived and he’d insisted he was coming back with us. My dad and Sharon were in the waiting room, and I knew the only reason none of us had argued with my brother was because we all knew he felt guilty for starting the argument with Wyatt.
    “I’m sorry,” I whispered, staring up at my Wyatt with tears running down my cheeks.
    “You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” he reassured me.
    But I did. I felt horrible for hurting him earlier. For not being able to find the right words. I’d only been trying to talk my brother down from his anger, to make him see that I knew he had my back, even though Wyatt was his best friend. “What I was saying before? When the pain started? I was trying to tell you I do think this will last. I would never have suggested we get married right away if I didn’t.”
    “Baby,” he sighed, his gaze moving to Jack before coming back to me. “Don’t worry about that right now. It isn’t important.”
    “It is,” I insisted. “You need to know how happy I was to become your wife.”
    “Seriously, Bailey,” he growled. “This is the last thing you need to be focused on right now.”
    “Wyatt’s right, little sis,” Jack agreed.
    It was nice to hear my brother backing up his best friend after all the arguing. “It kills me to know I’m the reason you’re fighting.”
    “We’re done with the fighting,” Wyatt declared.
    “You are?” My gaze darted between the two of them.
    “We are,” Jack confirmed, smiling at me before shifting his focus on Wyatt. “I’ve been a dick and I’m sorry.”
    “No apologies needed, man. I get it. She’s your sister and you want what’s best for her. I can respect that.”
    “I