Spencer was on his phone, so I sat down next to Evan.
“Hi, Babe.” I put my arm around him. “Did you have a good time with Jett?”
“Yes. I scared Grace though.” He sighed.
I gave him a squeeze. “Bren told me. And that you all made it up to her. He… he was gentle with her, right?”
“He was perfect with her,” Evan assured. “Did you know that Spencer bought her a pink truck?”
“Yes, he asked me for my opinions on models.” It wasn’t only really cute, but tough and we could actually take it off road.
Brennan and Jett came back with coffee.
Mrs. Beekman came over to us. The older beta looked tired. “Hello, boys.”
“Hi, Mrs. Beekman.” Evan waved.
She sighed. “Every time someone goes somewhere, something bad happens. How about if you all just stay home and remain together for a bit?” Her eyes flicked to me and Spencer.
“Of course, Mrs. Beekman,” Spencer agreed. “We’re still trying to get all this figured out. There’s so much about her we just don’t know.”
“We really are trying,” I pleaded. “We love her.”
“I know.” She sighed again. “Honestly, I didn’t figure it out either when we were talking about it. Still, Grace isdelicate.You need to take care of her like she’s a fragile figurine, not a metal truck.”
“We will, Mrs. Beekman,” I told her.
She looked at us. “Do you have a heat plan for her?”
“I do. I haven’t really talked to her about it, because I wasn’t sure she could have a heat. But I came up with one just in case. When she feels better, I’ll sit down with her and we’ll go overeverything, then she and you can talk about it further,” Evan replied.
“Good.” She rubbed her forehead.
“We appreciate you looking out for Grace,” Spencer added.
She sighed again and left.
“Well, I’ll be rearranging some business trips,” Spencer whispered.
“I offer to not go on anything for business ever,” I volunteered.
Evan fell asleep on my lap as we waited. Finally, the doctor returned.
“We have her set up in a room now. We’ll probably keep her here for a couple of days. She’ll be in and out of consciousness as we administer treatment. However, it would be advisable for someone to stay with her at all times. She’ll do better if someone’s there,” the doctor explained, as he led us to a room.
“We will,” I assured him.
She looked so small, asleep in the big hospital bed.
“Grace.” I rushed to her side and took her hand. “I… I should have–”
“Wes.” Spencer’s tone went warning. “I meant it. Just because Mrs. Beekman doesn’t want us to travel, doesn't mean that I couldn’t have you speaking someplace tomorrow afternoon.”
Yeah, I didn’t want that.
I kissed her on the forehead. “We’re here. And when you wake up, you can have that ice cream, okay? I promise.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
