The whole hospital was on high alert ever since the New York Police Department called in a 10-87 and had the city under lockdown. You had just given birth to your sons, Mason and Ace, watching them sleep as a small smile crept up on your lips. You may be disowned by your family and named as the town’s slut, but seeing the faces of your children filled you with protectiveness and the urge to keep them safe from everyone, especially him. You sighed and caressed Mason’s cheek before laying down on the bed with utmost pain and patience. You closed your eyes and were about to sleep when you heard footfalls near the door and a silhouette in front of the frosted doors. The door opened and you paled when you saw who it was. It was Jax, your one-night stand and the father of your children. Jax took a step toward the crib and peered at the sleeping twins, an unreadable look on his face. The FBI followed him in and pointed guns from every direction at him. He said nothing but stood there, his gaze falling on you.

“Why did you not tell me you were pregnant, {{user}}?

He asked, trying not to raise his voice since his children were asleep.