Scott made another noise and when she looked at his face she saw his eyes open.
“Scott,” she said, standing up over him and bending down to kiss his beard, careful not to knock anything medical.
He lifted his hand to touch her, a gesture that started the tears off all over again.
“It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. Our baby’s fine. We have a house.”
He made a noise. She wasn’t sure whether it was a happy one or he was cross, probably because he’d wanted to negotiate on it or something.
The doctor came in and started his checks, asking her and Jake to step outside, which brought a distinctively unhappy noise from the man in the bed.
“We should let everyone know.” Jake pulled out his phone. “Before we do – Keren, I’m really happy for you both. Jealous as fuck, but so happy at the same time.”
She reached out and hugged him. “I know you are. And you’ll meet the right woman for you, I promise. You’re too good a person not to. You deserve someone to make you happy, Jake Maynard.”
She realised at that point that he was lonely. Severton’s eternal playboy, living on his family’s farm with a different woman staying over every other night, keeping up his reputation. But there was no future in it. She saw now that he realised that, especially now Zack was permanently joined at the hip with Sorrell, and Scott was living with her. And the baby.
“I’m not sure that woman exists, Key.”
“Course she does. You just haven’t met her yet.”
He gave a slight nod and looked down at the floor.
“We should call everyone. Then prepare for the visitors to flood the place.” She stepped away from him. “And start organising a party for when he gets home.”
“All of that.” Jake looked towards the door to Scott’s room.
Hopefully he would be out of there soon, back onto a ward where patient’s needs weren’t as great, because that would be a sign he was getting better.
“Let’s pass on the good news.”
26
He looked growly. There was no other adjective Keren could think of besides ‘growly’; rather like a furry bear that had been rudely awakened from its hibernation a month early.
Scott’s beard needed trimming. It was now approaching mountain man status and small animals would be nesting in it shortly. His hair seemed to have had a growth spurt, unlike his temper, which had shortened. Dramatically.
“I don’t see why they can’t just let me home today.” He’d said the same thing at least three times in the last hour. “I’m taking up a bed that someone else needs.”
It had been four days since he’d started to come to. He’d gone from being sleepy and drowsy to full on ratty, bad-tempered and impatient. Bringing him home was a possibility tomorrow, she’d been told, as long as he took it easy. But she wasn’t sure how anyone was going to make him take it easy.
Then it occurred to her.
“Scott Maynard, when I have this baby, what am I going to be allowed to do for the first two weeks?”
He looked at her, his expression immediately softening and he reached out a hand to touch her arm.
“Nothing. Apart from nurse her. I don’t care that all the books say you can get back to what you were doing straight away; that might be because some women have the bad luck of being with a bloke who is a dick. All you need to focus on is our baby. I’ll sort anything else.” He’d said this many times since he’d woken up from the induced coma. He seemed to think her belly had gone bigger while he’d been out of it. She thought it was some after effect of the drugs he’d been given.
“Scott.”
He looked at her. “What?”
“When you get home, all you need to do is rest. For a few days. Let me do some of the easier stuff. Your brothers and Jake will do anything heavy. You have one job. And that is to get back to full capacity in three months. Because you’re right; I am going to need you.”
She stepped closer to his bed where he was sitting propped up, wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. She’d figured he wasn’t wearing underwear. She figured the nurses had figured he wasn’t wearing underwear and really he needed to because it wasa lotdistracting, and noticeable. And slightly obscene. Especially as pregnancy hormones has seriously kicked in.
“Can you stop looking at my cock?”
