Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 117

Wren

I blink up at the ceiling, eyes raw and dry, like they've been stuffed with cotton balls.

It's been a week since Ray found out about Ezra and I. It's been a week since little MaryAnne was born. And it's been a week since I heard from Ezra.

I've called, left tons of voice messages, even texted...but he hasn't picked up, neither has he responded.

Is this how it's going to be? Is this...over?

My throat closes at the thought, and I swallow.

"Wren." I feel a tap on my knee and I jerk.

My hand flies to my chest—soothing my racing heart—when I see Quincy. "Jesus, Quincy. You almost gave me a heart attack."

"I've been knocking for a while." She smiles softly, settling on the bed. "When I came in, I called your name for a couple seconds, you didn't answer."

I sit up, blinking. "I...wow...I'm sorry," I shake my head. "I didn't hear you come in. Are you supposed to be moving about? Where's MaryAnne?"

"Asleep."

"And...Ray?"

"He's out." She sighs. "Wren, you've been cooped up in here since we got back from the hospital. You haven't had a proper meal in days."

"I'm...I'm not hungry. I don't have an appetite."

How could I?

When I was ripped away, harshly from the love of my life. When I haven't heard from him in days.

"I told you what he said, didn't I? He's not giving up, he just needs a bit of time."

My lips wobble. "So wh-why isn't he answering my calls? Or responding to my texts?"

"Maybe out of respect for Ray? He still cares...about both of you."

I blink back the tears that painfully sting my eyes, and exhale. "This is h-hard, Quincy." My voice breaks. "I...I feel so lost, so empty, so..."

"I know." She touches my knee, green eyes soft and warm. "Ray messed up. And trust me, I've told him a thousand times that he went about everything the wrong way. But please, Wren, you can't keep living like this."

"I need him."

"We all do. He's been our rock, for a while. Ray needs him, MaryAnne needs him, but she needs her aunt too."

My niece. I haven't held her since we came back from the hospital three days ago.

And as if she knows we're talking about, her strong cry echoes through the house.

Quincy snorts, showing me the baby monitor as MaryAnne squirms in her cot. "She's our little warrior."

"She is." I chuckle, sniffling. "Let's go put some food in her."

"And in you."

"Yea..." my tummy rumbles softly in agreement. "And in me."

We head to the nursery and I take out MaryAnne from her cot, her ginger locks spill out of her hat, and big brown eyes stare up at me.

"Hey, Annie," I coo.

Her little lips quiver and she lets out another loud cry, forcing giggles from my lips.

"You better put a boob in her mouth." I hand her to Quincy. "I'll go heat up some food for you and me."

She gives me a small smile, and I only just notice how tired she is. The dark bags around her eyes, and her puffy cheeks.

I've not been the best help, have I? I've been so caught up in my own shit, ignoring the new mama and our new baby.

Guilt rears its ugly head in the back of my mind, and I heave out of breath.

"Have I told you how amazing you are?" I ask.

Her brows pinch. "Huh?"

"You birthed a whole human. That's a goddamn superpower and I'm so sorry, Quin, that I haven't been any help—"

"No, no. Don't do that, Wren. There's nothing to apologize for."

"I've added to your stress instead of helping out."

"You've been dealing with a lot, it's not your fault."

"I'm here now, though," I tell her. "I'll go get you that food."

"Thank you. I'm glad to have you back." She grins, and I return it with a grin of my own.

Though, my heart still hurts, I decide to be present for Quincy and the baby. They need me to be fine, happy...and I'm going to try.

Ray and Quincy cooked up a storm in anticipation of the baby, and so there's a whole lot of packed up food in the refrigerator.

I take out some rice with chicken thighs, and warm that up in the microwave.

Immediately the timer is set, my phone rings from my room, loudly.

My heart stops for a moment.

Ezra? Is it him?

My feet moves before my head can catch up, and I'm sprinting down the hallway to my bedroom.

I yank my phone from the charger, and place it to my ear. "B-baby? E-Ezra?"

"Well, damn, is that how sweet you sound when talking to your baby?" Judi's voice comes in and I hate to say it, but I want to throw my phone against the wall.

"Judi." I sigh.

"You don't sound excited to hear from me. That's gutting."

"I'm sorry, it's just..." my words get stuck in my throat as a tear rolls down my cheeks.

The last thread of hope I held unto, just vanished. He's not going to call. I know deep down in my heart that he won't call.

Not anytime soon.

And god, that hurts more than I'd like to admit.

"Hey, are you okay honey?" She murmurs. "What's going on?"

I swallow thickly. "A lot has gone on, Judi. Y-you have no idea."

There's a shuffling at the background and then it goes quiet. "What happened?"

"One, Tristan is alive, he almost killed me—"

"What?!"

"Two, Ray found out about Ezra and I, and now I haven't heard from Ezra in a week. Three, Quincy just gave birth—literally the only awesome thing that has happened in this past horrible week."

"Christ, Wren," she gasps. "That's...Jesus, that's a lot. W-what did Ray say?"

"He dragged me out of Ezra's house, beat Ezra and stripped him of his cut humiliatingly at the clubhouse. I...I can't reach him."

"Is he alive?"

"Yes. At least that's what Quincy and Lizzy said. And I feel it too, he's alive. Just...battered."

"God, honey. I am so sorry. And I called to tease you about how preoccupied you are with Ezra...why didn't you call me?"

I shrug, wiping my cheek. "I've been waiting for Ezra's call. Been telling myself what if I call someone else when he decides to call. He might not reach me, and—"

"Oh Wren," she breathes. "Oh honey. Do you need me to call him?"

"N-no. It's fine. He needs some time, some space...and frankly, I do too."

There's a series of hushed conversations in her background and then she exhales. "I hate to leave you like this—"

"I'm fine, I promise. I'm with Quincy, and the baby at Ray's. Go do your thing."

"Okay. I'll call you again."

"Alright, Judi."

"That man is irrevocably in love with you, okay? I know he's going to fight for this relationship, and you have to fight too."

"Thank you, Judi. Say hi to Andi for me."

She goes quiet for a moment, and then eventually, she speaks. "We're...taking a break right now."

I heave out a breath, a bitter smile on my face. "We really should see soon. We need hugs and a good cry."

"Couldn't agree more," she snorts. "Bye, Wren. Take care."

"You too."

The call ends and just as I get to the kitchen, the microwave beeps.

And the front door opens.

It's Ray.

My body tenses.

I feel his presence by the kitchen door, his gaze on my skin. But I don't turn, I don't look back.

We've not spoken since that day. There's nothing to say to him. He hurt Ezra and me, and he knows he did. I'm still upset, still so angry.

"Wren."

I don't respond. My jaw ticks, hands trembling.

"I've assigned a new protector to you," he says. "It's Donovan."