Unable to form any words, Coop drew in a stuttered breath and nodded. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger against her smooth skin. He relished in the warmth he found there.
When he lifted his head, Coop saw the ambulance quickly making its way toward them, followed closely by Derek’s brother and his partner. Soon, the entire lot was filled with police and first responders, including a few FBI agents.
Coop rode to the hospital with Mac, because no fucking way was he letting her go without him. He held her hand the entire way. Told her over and over again how much he loved her and that she was going to be okay.
After the doctors and nurses rushed her back to surgery, the entire team sat with him in the waiting room. Talking, waiting…praying. Coop didn’t think he’d ever prayed so hard or so long in his life.
Soon, the R.I.S.C. wives showed up to sit with their husbands, including Olivia who insisted Jake take their daughter to the nursery and wheel her down here, so she could be with them.
Liv was a nurse here and was able to get in-depth updates on a more-than-regular basis.
According to the surgical nurse she spoke with, the bullet entered Mac’s left side, above her large intestine before exiting out her lower back.
It nicked the bottom of her spleen, which the surgeons were repairing now. They were also working on replenishing the blood she’d lost.
The doctor said the bullet missed anything major, and barring any unforeseen complications, Mac would make a complete recovery. Incredible luck, the doctor had called it.
Later, as Coop sat by her bedside holding her hand and giving thanks, he knew in his heart of hearts it was a hell of a lot more than luck.
But whether it was God, or fate, or what—the important thing was Mac was okay. She was still with him, and she was going to be okay.
They’d been given a second chance to make the life they always dreamed of, and Coop was determined not to screw it up. No matter how long he had to wait, he was going to give her the life she wanted.
The life she deserved.
He thought of the ring locked away in the safety of his truck’s glovebox. He’d tossed it in there after driving away from her earlier.
Now more than ever, he was convinced it belonged on Mac’s hand.
Shewouldwear his ring one day. When she was ready.
