“Am I able to take him home?”
“Yes. Nurse Sutton will get you his discharge paperwork, and you can see your regular doctor to remove the cast in a few weeks.”
“Thank you.”
“Time to go home?” Troy asks.
“You still want that ice cream?”
“Yes!” He pumps his tiny arm, now casted in blue plaster. “Can I have sprinkles too?”
“Sprinkles too.”
“Do you want a sticker before you go?” Sutton asks him.
“Please?” He eyes me, as if asking if he can have one.
“Of course.”
Sutton pulls a sticker out of her scrubs pocket—a rainbow—and passes it over to Troy.
“I appreciate everything you’ve done for Troy. And me.”
She waves me off. “I know it’s hard when you’re in the hospital.”
“Too much to wrap him in bubble wrap?”
Troy reaches up and grabs my hand.
Sutton laughs, handing over a stack of paperwork. It might be the sweetest sound in the world. “I have a feeling he’d pop his way out.”
“I think he would.”
“I’ll let you get going. No one wants to be here any longer than they have to be.”
I take her dismissal for what it is.
“Thanks again.”
“Hopefully I won’t see you two here again.”
Her words hit me harder than I want them to.
And then she’s gone.
I’m ready to get Troy home, but I wouldn’t mind spending more time with Sutton. If only I had the time.
I guess that’s the life of a single father.
Chapter Four
SUTTON
“You are smiling like a fool,” Jameson tells me.
“I am not!” I kick my feet up on the couch as I settle in for my quick, fifteen-minute break. Enough time to scarf down an apple before I head back out into the chaos of the ER at the children’s hospital.
Jameson gives me a cocky smile from across the room as he munches on his own apple. “Honey, I heard about that hot single dad that came in. I’d be mooning over him too if I saw him.”
