“It’ll be a shotgun wedding for us, little fawn!” he exclaims, lifting her from the hospital bed. “So fuckin’ much to celebrate!” She squeals as he hoists her over his shoulder, not caring that she’s only wearing the flimsy hospital gown. “Be gentle with her!” the doctor exclaims. “She’s just healed!” Ridge claps his hand over her rear, digging into the meat of it. “She’s the mother of my child, doc!” he calls out, already down the hall. “She’s strong enough for a little roughness!”
