Chapter 82

Then another contraction hit, and I was cursing Nicholas and his sperm. He had me in his arms and inside the car in a flash, the others piling in behind us.

"Squeeze my hand if it hurts. Breathe with me." Nicholas was holding me close, murmuring in my ear while the car zoomed through traffic.

"Where's your father?" Clara asked him. He shrugged.

"I don't know. Probably in a cab somewhere. I ran and didn't wait for them to catch up."

I giggled a little at Clara, who shook her head and pulled out her phone to call Jefferson. Then I remembered where he had been and turned to face him.

"What happened? What did they say?"

"She's out of our lives now."

"What does that mean?"

His eyes hardened and he frowned. "Let's concentrate on this now. I don't want you thinking about that nonsense."

I huffed. "Just tell me."

He looked around at everyone before meeting my gaze again. "Okay. They're pleading her out. Evidently, Simon talked her out of going to trial, wanting to avoid the media circ