“You’re not going to leave us?” Sam turns wide, wet eyes onto me.
“Never.”
Not if I can help it.
“Let’s get you looked over and then we’ll even turn on the lights for you two, okay?”
“Okay.” Sadie sniffles, hopping up into the truck. I try to help, but pain shoots through my wrist.
“And we’ll make sure your mom is taken care of.”
Mom. That’s the first time I’ve ever been called that. And not for the first time, these two were called my daughters.
I want that more than anything.
Both girls tuck themselves into my arms as the EMTs look them over. They are kind and patient with them. It goes a long way to soothing the scared girls I’m holding.
“Is Daddy going to meet us at the hospital?” Sadie asks.
“Yeah. I’ll call him.”
“Everything looks okay with the girls?—”
“Thank God,” I breathe.
“Did you lose consciousness at all?” the second EMT asks.
“No.”
“Good. They may do a CT scan at the hospital, but they’ll be able to go over everything there once we arrive.”
“Thank you.”
They pack up before heading to the front.
“What about your car?” Sadie asks.
“I think the police will take care of it. Don’t you worry about it.”
“Can we call Daddy? I want him.”
“We’ll call him on the way.”
Both girls squeeze closer to me as the ambulance starts moving, sirens loud.
Thankfully I had the foresight to grab my phone. Marcus’s phone goes straight to voicemail. Which is goingto make the next call even worse when I have to call the team’s main switchboard.
I only hope he doesn’t hate me by the end of the day.
Chapter Thirty
MARCUS
“That was a good practice today, boys.” I slap Graham on the helmet as he skates off the ice.
“You know, you have a future in coaching one day,” Bode tells me as he skates by.
“What, and deal with people like you?” I laugh. “I don’t think so.”
