Yeah, that was fucking fitting.
After dinner, I helped Lila to our room.
And once I helped her get into a pair of fleece pajamas, she got underneath the covers.
I pulled my side back and climbed in.
Then I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her close.
Her face buried in my chest, and then brokenly, I heard her whisper, “I’m sorry.”
I frowned. Sorry. What for?
I leaned my head back and asked, “The fuck are you sorry for?”
“I’m too weak to do much,” she whispered.
I sighed then bent my head and kissed the crown of her head. Then, staying there, I breathed in deeply, cashmere and vanilla, yeah, I was addicted to it, “Baby, you don’t have to worry about doing nothing but breathing.”
She sighed.
And since she did nothing but melt further into me, I knew that it was a good kind of sigh.
***
I sat with her in front of Dr. Harding as he looked at me and smiled, “Glad she told you.”
I chuckled, “I kind of forced her to.”
Lila scoffed, “True.”
Then he proceeded to explain how things would go.
But the only thing that struck my mind was, ‘Once her kidneys get to 90% non-functioning, it will be a matter of hours’.
We were at eighty- one percent already.
***
“I don’t want to go,” I growled.
Lila placed her hands on her hips, “And I don’t care. You're going, and that’s final.”
I lifted a brow, looked at all of her, and then looked at all of me, then I lifted a brow, “I’m six foot five. You're only five foot seven. What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying no more honey chicken if you don’t go.” She snapped.
I narrowed my eyes, “You wouldn’t.”
She grinned, “Try me.”
So that was how I found myself on my bike, headed to Virgin Mary’s for guys’ night.
Cole, Madalyn, and the nurse had promised to call me if anything happened and the girls would be there as well.
That helped ease some of my worry about leaving her side.
I clapped Dom on the back, then made my rounds with Carter, Ethan, Alec, and Garrick.
