Wife to the Boss (Managing the Bosses Series, #6)
breathing in softly. “Damn, you scared me so badly, Jamie. Jake was barking his damn head off when I came home. I thought I was going to have a heart attack seeing you on the floor, bleeding from your mouth.”
    “Did I break something?” She lifted her hand and wedged it under him to brush her fingers by her mouth.
    A female doctor moved up beside her as Alex moved back. “I'm Dr. Jensen. Nice to meet you, Jamie. You gave us all quite a scare.”
    “Is anything broken?” She touched her mouth, finding it tender.
    “No, you just hit your head and face pretty hard and bit the tip of your tongue. It's not severed, so you should be okay.” She reached over and pressed her fingers to the side of Jamie's face, causing her to grimace. “Bad bruising right here, but it should heal quickly seeing that you're young.”
    “The baby.” Jamie jerked up as the room spun. Her fingers spayed out across her stomach as tears filled her eyes. “Is the baby okay?”
    “The baby’s fine, sweetheart.” Alex moved in closer and helped her lie back down. “No sudden movements. The baby’s fine, but you need stay still until your concussion gets a little better.”
    A knock at the door surprised her, and she half expected it to be Mark who walked through, but it wasn’t him. She blinked, not sure if she was dreaming... her family? Really? Her dad she could understand, but her mother and sister? Had they come to make fun of her? To point fingers and berate her for being so careless?
    Alex moved back and smiled. “I'm going to make a quick call now that your family’s here. I'll be right back. I'm not going into work today.”
    “Today? Isn't it Sunday?” Jamie blinked a few times in an exaggerated manner.
    “No, it's Monday afternoon.” He leaned down and kissed her lips a few times. “I love you. I'll be right outside should you need me.”
    Jamie tried to give him a warning look, not wanting to be left alone anywhere with her family; it obviously didn't come out right, seeing that he left without another word.
    “Pumpkin. Are you okay?” Her dad moved up beside her and touched the top her head. “You scared us. Bad.”
    “I'm fine. Just a little tired and sore.” She looked up to the other side of the bed as her mother moved in.
    “You need to be more careful. You have a baby to watch out for now. What pregnant woman gets on a ladder and goes to the top? A stupid one, that's who.” Her mother scoffed and gave her a look of disdain.
    Dr. Jensen walked to the door. “If any of you upset her, you'll be booted, so watch your words closely.”
    Jamie wanted to whisper thank you, but didn't want to start anything more than would start on its own. Drama followed her mother and sister like a stray dog. It was only a matter of time before something unconventional went down.
    “Is Christine here?” Jamie turned her attention back to her dad, realizing that it would probably be far safer to concentrate on him.
    “Yeah, but she's a little out of it.” He gave Jamie a tight smile. “She hasn’t been the same since Stephen attacked you and Alex.”
    “It wasn't about the attack, but the fact that the courts didn't seek medical treatment for whatever is going on with him. He's not right in the head. Surely everyone has to know that.” Jamie's mother rolled her eyes and moved back from the bed. “Right, Christine? He's a good guy that got caught up in a bad situation?”
    My father clenched his jaw and turned his warm brown eyes back to Jamie. “Ignore them. I swear they live on a different planet from those of us with logic and half a brain in our heads.”
    “I'm right here. I can hear you”!” Jamie's mom barked.
    “I'm aware.” Her father glanced up and then back down. “What do you need me to do for you? You need me to grab some clothes? A cheeseburger?”
    “I want to go home.” Tears filled her eyes. “Can I go home, seeing that nothing’s broken?”
    “I don't think so, sweetheart. I'm pretty sure they

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