“Banged up, but he’ll be okay in a couple of weeks. Though, knowing how you hockey players are, I’d say it’ll be half that.”
He’s okay. He’s going to be okay.
A tidal wave of relief washed through me.
Dr. Amos stopped outside a room in the back of the emergency room. She waved at the door, then said as she turned to walk away, “He’s in there. We’ve been keeping the door shut because some patients recognized him and tried asking for autographs.”
“But he’s okay?”
“Ooh, a worrywart coach, I’ve never met one of those before.”
If she only knew.
“He’s fine, Coach Storm. We’ll know more soon. I covered my bases and ordered some tests and a consult.”
Nodding as she squeezed my upper arm before walking off, I took a deep breath to steel my nerves and then texted Mikal and Anya.
Sasha Storm
The doctor says he’s banged up, but okay.
Anya Rustav
Thank you, Sasha. Thank you so much!
Sliding the phone into my pocket, I shoved the weirdness I felt about Aiden being Mikal and Anya’s kid, and pushed open the door.
THIRTY-SEVEN
AIDEN
The door opening echoed in the room. My eyes blinked open, bright lights piercing my skull.
“Jesus, Aiden…”
Rolling my head to the side, I smiled. “Daddy,” I said, reaching out to him.
Alex took my hand, pressing a kiss to my forehead, avoiding the spot that felt like someone had smacked it with a hockey stick. I raised my free hand to see if it was bleeding, only Alex stopped me.
“Don’t. You don’t wanna mess up the stitches.”
I nodded, and he sat in the chair next to the bed. Hawk hopped up next to me, dropping his head to my lap. Daddy smiled, his free hand coming to rest on Hawk’s head as his eyes fell closed, and one side of his mouth turned up.
“I’m okay, Daddy.”
“Okay, and in the hospital don’t go together, baby boy.”
I chuckled, moaning as pain shot through my head. My eyes slid closed.
“Do I need to get the doctor?”
“No. It’s just the concussion. She’s already given me the spiel.”
“Is the concussion the worst of it?”
“Yeah. I’m just sore, otherwise.”
“Good,” he sighed. His thumb brushed over my knuckles. “Aiden, what happened?”
