“What if she doesn’t forgive us?” I close my eyes, the idea causing my heart to hurt.
“We’re scent matches. It’s not something she can easily walk away from. That doesn’t give us a free pass to abuse it, but it’s something we fight for, not give up on easily."
“I hope.”
Reid gets into bed, and I kick off my shoes and crawl under the blanket.
I manage to get a few hours of sleep before I wake up in the middle of the night to pee.
I try to get back to sleep, but I can’t. “Reid,” I whisper, pushing at his shoulder.
“What?” he groans, “Go back to bed.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Count sheep or something.” He rolls over, burying his face into the pillow.
“What the fuck?” I frown at him in the dark. “Fuck that. I’m going to see Addie.”
I get out of bed, and Reid sits up. “No. You’re not.”
“Yes. I am.” I start for the door. “I’m not going to wake her. I just need to be near her.”
“Carson,” he groans.
“You coming with me, or not?”
“I’m coming,” he grumbles.
We’re not sure whose home, so we make sure to keep quiet as we tiptoe down the hallway to Addie’s room.
Reid places his finger over his mouth, telling me to be quiet. I am being quiet! I flip him off, and he rolls his eyes.
Stepping inside, I take in the room and smile. So much pink. Like everything is pink and girly, which is very much Addie. Very much our PastelPrincess. It’s crazy to think they’re the same girl, but the more I think about it, the more I can see it. I’m glad things worked out the way they did, and at the same time, I wish she had found out under better circumstances.
“Guess we all had the same idea.” A voice in the room has me slapping a hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming.
“What the fuck?” My eyes snap over to find Damien sitting in a pink fuzzy chair in the corner of the room. “Like that’s not creepy as fuck.”
“Shhh,” he whispers.
My eyes flick over to Addie. She’s curled up in a mountain of pillows, blankets, and a million stuffed animals.
The soft glow of the fairy lights above her bed frame allows me to see her.
She looks so damn precious when she sleeps. I hate knowing we made her cry, that we upset her, and made her doubt us.
Her cupcake scent fills my nose, settling the unease inside me enough for the pain to lessen. It’s not enough, though. I want to curl into her, pull her into my arms, and hold her tight.
Instead, I look around and decide to take her gaming chair. “I’ll take the bean bag, I guess,” Reid whispers, stepping over to the other side of the room with the bean bag.
The three of us sit spread out around the room like protective sentries.
With my head against the headrest, and my eyes lock on Addie. I watch her sleep, making sure she’s safe, until my eyelids grow heavy and I drift back to sleep, comforted by the scent of cupcakes.
Chapter 22
Addison
