Page 115 of The Betrayal

Me and Amora walk into the hospital and head straight for the emergency room.

“Baby, I’ll wait here. Just go and make sure she is okay,” Amora gives me a soft smile and I place a light kiss on her lips before I turn and walk for the room where Arizona is.

The door is closed, curtain pulled, and I can hear distant voices.

I give a gentle knock before I push the door open.

“The babies will be okay, won't they?” I hear my dick of a best friend say and my fucking blood boils.

“Babies?!” my voice is loud as it bangs around the room like a thunderstorm.

Keaton turns slowly to look at me and Doctor Kyra is looking between the three of us trying to work out how we all must know each other.

“Doctor Kyra, it's nice to see you again,” I say softly, simmering my rage for just a moment.

“Titus,” she stands, brows furrowed, “is everything okay with Amora?”

“Everything is perfect thank you, I am here to see my daughter,” my eyes narrow on my daughter who won't even look at me and Keaton's stare is burning into me.

She gives a chin lift, rolling her lips.

“Is she okay?” my voice is low and Kyra walks towards me.

“I am not sure how much you heard.”

“Not a lot knowing Titus,” Keaton pipes up and he should consider himself lucky that we're in a hospital because the way my anger is growing, I am ready to put him in here, permanently.

“Don't fucking push me,” I growl.

“I think you should both come outside, Arizona does not need this right now.”

“I'm not leaving,” me and Keaton say in unison.

“Then you both need to calm down. Arizona had a threatened miscarriage,” and my eyes soften as I look at my baby, my sunshine looking so small and lost in her hospital bed and my heart fucking breaks. “There are a few causes, but from what Arizona has been telling me, I think a lot of it is stress.” I feel like I am being told off.

“Stress?” Keaton repeats and he looks as if he has been winded.

“Yes,” Kyra says gently.

“Baby, why haven't you reached out to me if you've been feeling stressed,” Keaton's hand cups her cheek, my fists balled by my side.

“I didn't want to cause a commotion. I pushed for the separation; I didn't want to have to rely on you after I pushed you away.”

Fuck. I run my hand over my chin, the stubble scratching.

“Arizona, I am going to fill out your chart but I would like to keep you in for a few days just so we can monitor you and the babies.”

“Babies, you keep saying babies.”

“Yes, babies.” Kyra says as she opens the door to Ari's room.

“My wife and I are expecting twins,” Keaton says with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Get the fuck outside now.” I expect him to refuse. But the cocky fucker stands up tall and proud, leans over and kisses my daughter on the forehead before walking out of the room looking like he has slept with a hanger in his mouth.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

KEATON