“Oh, I’m okay.”
“How about you, man?”
“I’m good for now.”
“Well, you let me know if you need anything. I’ll be around.”
I smile my thanks, and we make our way to the right, where everyone has put their jackets. Grizz helps me get mine off before taking his off.
Tommy and Kelsey have already found some people to talk to. I recognize some of the guys from Community Day, but I’m not sure I remember their names. I do, of course, recognize Snapper and Dr. Carter immediately. Dr. Carter walks over to me as soon as he spots me, stopping in front of me with his hands in his pockets and a small smile.
“How are you, sweetheart?” he asks.
I glance at Grizz, who is unbuckling Dorothea.
“So good,” I say with a smile. “Moods have been all over, but I’m managing.”
“That’s normal… mostly.” He gives me a questioning, almost concerning, look.
“I don’t think it’s depression or anything,” I add quickly. “Just… confused about a lot of stuff.” I shrug. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m spilling this to you.”
His hand goes to my shoulder. “I’ve told you time and time again; you can talk to me about anything. I’m a doctor, and it’s what I’m good for.”
“You’re so nice.”
He gives me another smile. “I’m glad you’re doing well.” He lowers his voice, leaning in and says, “Come say hi to Kolton when you get a minute. He won’t admit it, but he misses you and would love to see the baby.”
I raise a brow. “Are you sure about that?”
He winks and walks away, stopping beside Kolton, who is watching me disinterestedly, but I’ve seen that look enough to know it’s all a facade.
“Hey, you okay?” Grizz is at my side, holding Dorothea.
“I’m great.”
“Good. Because I’m ready to show this beautiful girl off again.”
He kisses the side of my head, then walks off. And I swear, seeing him holding a tiny baby—my baby—really is messing with my ovaries.
I walk over to Snapper and Dr. Carter, since they’re talking quietly amongst themselves, figuring now’s a good a time as any.
“Hi, Snapper,” I say with a smile. “It’s nice to see you.”
“Hi, Anastacia. How are you?” he returns coolly.
“I’m great. You?”
“I’m well.”
“Really?” I say, pinching up my face. “Just well?”
He frowns and glances at Dr. Carter, who is holding back a laugh.
“Things are good,” he adds. “And I’m glad you’re great.”
“I am, thank you.”
I’ve thanked him every time I’ve seen him. It never feels like enough. I think he hates it, but I’m going to keep doing it.
