I can see the wheels in his head turning as he processes what I’m saying. “We want her to be a part of our family.”
I pause for a second, though I have a lot more to say. He beats me to it.
“I like Abby.”
I rewind through everything I just said.Did I say her name and not realize it?“How do you know I’m talking about her?”
He gives me ayou’ve got to be kidding melook.Okay… fair.It isn’t like I have been hanging out with any other women.
“I like her, too,” I say.
“Love,” he says, giving me a mischievous smile.
I huff out a laugh. “You’re right. I do love her.” My palm slides over my face. “Are you okay with this?”
He thinks about it for a second and nods.
I let out a relieved breath. “How would you feel about her being a part of our family?”
“And Mav?” he asks, eyes lighting up.
“And Mav,” I agree.
He cocks his head to the side. “Here?” he asks, pointing downward.
“Not right now, but maybe one day we could all live together.”
His smile grows, and my heart rate fully settles to a normal rhythm. All the worries I have tried to ignore since things started with Abby fizzle away.
Now, for the first time, it feels like this can actually be our reality.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Abby
Maybe it wasa dumb idea to spill my guts in front of the three men I am completely in love with and then bail.
It probably would have been smarter to give them the chance to respond right then and there. If they’re going to let me down gently, at least I would know already.
It’s been two days, and I haven’t heard a peep from them. I haven’t tried to breach the silence either, but I haven’t really felt like I should after our conversation at the bar.
I asked them to think about it, and my silence gives them space to do so. I guess I just didn’t consider how torturous the waiting would be.
As each hour passes, the hope I hold in my heart about our future is mixed with a heavy dose of doubt. I’m starting to second-guess everything.
Maybe I was completely off base, and they don’t feel remotely the same way that I do about them. Maybe a future with me was the furthest thing from their minds.
Mav isn’t even with me this week, so I’ve had nothing other than work to distract me.
I groan, burying my face in my hands. This has been one of the longest shifts I have ever had to endure.
It isn’t because I’m here for more hours, but time is slowly creeping by like molasses dripping from a nearly empty bottle.
Each minute feels like an hour in and of itself. I’ve been trying to finish the charting for a patient that was discharged over an hour ago.
Becks plops down in the seat next to mine. It isn’t even her computer, but she doesn’t give a single fuck—in normal Becks fashion.
“Have you talked to Wyatt, Linc, or Kane in the last couple of days?” The question flies out before I can reel it back in.
