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I nodded. God, my baby girl had always been small. Even as a baby, she was tiny. Just a little bitty thing, but she was perfect.
At least, I thought she was.
“She looks like me.”
“Yes, she does,” I whispered.
Jason looked at me. “I really am sorry, Delany.”
“I know, but it doesn’t matter. Right now, all I can concentrate on is Harlow.”
He nodded, then, getting to his feet, he reached into his back pocket, before handing me a small piece of paper. “That is my personal number. The number at the bottom is the direct line to the club. You can’t reach me on my cell, call the club. They will know how to get hold of me.”
Taking the small note, I nodded but said nothing.
“Look, Delany,” he started, looking anxious and nervous. “I don’t know what to do or say here. I’m still trying to process everything. I was a bachelor an hour ago. Now I’m a father. That’s a lot to take in.”
I stood rooted to my spot, refusing to say a word.
“I’m going to get out of here. As soon as Bane gets the results and if I’m a match, Bane will set everything up. Don’t worry about the medical bills. I’ll take care of it.”
“I don’t want your money.”
“Wasn’t offering,” he growled, his eyes snapping to mine. “Don’t need a fucking DNA test to know she’s mine, and I take care of what’s mine. Just call if she needs anything.”
With that, Jason Calloway, the CEO of Calloway Investments, left.
I thought it funny because for the second time since we’ve met, he left me a note.
Only this time, I had his number.
Chapter Eight
Delany
Twenty-four hours later,
Hitting the emergency button over the bed, I watched in horror as Harlow’s little body shook uncontrollably. Nothing I did or said could stop what I knew was happening. I’d read all the articles, researched everything there was about the disease. The only thing that would save my daughter was a bone marrow transplant. The problem with that, she was deteriorating faster by the minute.
Her body was too small, too weak to last much longer.
Stepping aside while August ran into the room with several nurses, I tried to stem the tears rushing down my face as they worked furiously to stabilize my little girl. Shaking my head, I slowly walked back until I hit the icy wall and watched my worst nightmare happening right before me.
Grabbing my head, I wanted to scream at them, shout at them to do something, anything, to make her better. She was only a baby. She had her entire life ahead of her. They had to fix her, make her better. I didn’t know what I would do if they couldn’t.
Harlow was my world. My happiness was all wrapped up in her dainty little body. I was nothing without her. Just a shell of my former self.
Arms wrapped around me as I watched them try to stabilize her. Clinging to the warm body, I stood rooted in my spot. And when her little body finally stopped shaking, if it weren’t for the strong arms holding me, I would have fallen to the floor.
“Marco, run another panel. Then call neuro,” August ordered before turning to look at me, as Marco nodded.
Walking over to me, August sighed. “She’s alive, Delany.”
I couldn’t speak.
I didn’t know what to say.
Words eluded me.