Page 93 of The Puck Stops Here


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“JP’s got her, Mom.Give him a few minutes to get some Tylenol into her and soothe her a little, and then I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you and Dad.”

She glanced at him, and Ian nodded.“She’s a Dad’s girl.Go hold Peter and give him some attention.He was incredibly patient at the ER.”

“Oh, poor love.”Mom immediately called for him and headed toward the living room.“Petey!Sweetie, come see grandma.”

“Gramma?”Peter ran for her, ready to have attention that was all his.“Sister gotted hurt!Her falled!”

“I know, sweet boy.I hear you were very brave and very good at the hospital.”

Peter nodded.“I sat with Daddy and was the best boy, Gram.Hold me?”

Michael, Dad, and Ian all grinned at each other.She was such a sucker.

She lifted him up and hugged him tight.“My lovely, sweet boy.Youarethe best boy.”

“You think Tori’s ready to see us now?”His father asked.

“Come and say hi to JP, so she can decide.”Ian wasn’t going to let them not be good to his husband.

They followed him to the living room where JP was sitting next to Tori on the couch, rubbing her back.

Mom was sitting in the recliner, holding Peter, and Dad nodded to JP.“Good to see you, man.Welcome home.We missed you.”

“Thanks, Steven.”JP stood and shook the man’s hand, but of course Dad pulled him into a hug.

JP took a deep breath, then hugged Dad back, holding on tight.“Thank you.”

“Do you mind if I take your seat?”Dad asked JP.

“No, I bet Tori would love some comfort from her grandfather.”

Tori crawled up into his lap as soon as he sat.“Pop-pop.I breaked my arm.I have a crass.”

“A cast, sweetie.Show it to me?”

JP moved to sit in the free armchair, sighing softly as he sat.He’d put that leg through its paces today.

Do you need a pill

he texted over.He could be stealthy.

JP looked over at him, smiling before answering.

Im ‘k.Soonish?

whatever u need

Ian loved the big bastard, so much.

That smile deepened, the look in JP’s eyes warm.

Mike elbowed him in the ribs.“Stop making googly eyes.”

“I’m allowed to make googly eyes if I want to.”He stuck his tongue out at his brother.

Mike rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out back.

“Are the two of you also four?”Mom demanded.