Sutton combs her fingers through her hair, holding it behind her head. Now that I’m looking at her—really looking at her—I see it.
What’s bothering her.
Fuck. How could I have not seen this before?
“Sutton. Damn it, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s—”
I press a finger to her lips. “Don’t you dare say it’s okay.”
A smile moves her mouth under my finger. “I wasn’t.”
“Or fine.” I cock a brow at her. “And don’t lie to me.”
“Hey.” She grabs my wrist and moves my hand away, but doesn’t let go. “I wasn’t going to say either. I was going to say it’s hard for you to be in this position. Being with me and having Missy around.”
Cupping her cheeks, I turn her focus to me. Her blue eyes are swimming with emotion. But they’re on me. So I know she’s listening.
“Sutton. There is no question about who I want to be with. It’s you. I love you more than anything in this world. And if I’ve done a poor job of showing you that lately, I’m sorry.”
Sutton’s eyelids flutter shut. I press a kiss to each eye. To her forehead. Each cheek before capturing her lips with mine.
“There is no other woman for me, Sutton. Only you. Missy is Troy’s mother. I know I fought her being in his life, but if she’s here, I have to be okay with it. And he’s happy. That’s all that matters. But my happiness? She doesn’t make me happy.”
“Who does?” Sutton’s eyes open.
“You, Sutton. You.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
SUTTON
“I’ll be back to check on them in a little bit, but once the IV’s are finished, we can discharge them and you can take them home.”
“Thank you.”
The mom who is sitting on the bed between her twin daughters gives me a thankful look. She looks less harried than when she first came in. With the flu starting to make its way around, there’ve been a lot more sick kids coming into the hospital.
“We’ll get you out of here in no time.”
“Sorry again for them getting sick on you.”
I smile at her, letting her know it’s okay. “Not the first time. Don’t worry about it.”
Pulling the curtain back to give them their privacy, I head toward the locker room to clean up.
I’m not even two feet inside the door when I bump into Jameson.
“Why do you smell so bad?”
“Because two twins just projectile vomited all over me.”
“Two? Urgh.” Jameson takes a step back from me. “You’d think I’d be used to puke by now, but I cannot deal with it.”
I give him a fake smile as I peel the dirty scrub top off—very carefully. “At least they stopped.”
“And thankfully you’ll be done in a few hours, so it’s not like you have to deal with it all day.”
