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“Name it, sweetheart.”

She sighs. “I feel so gross but I don’t think I can bathe myself. Could you—”

“Are you really about to ask me if I would mind giving you a bath, baby?” I ask her, fighting back a smile as my brow arches. She rolls her eyes and huffs out a laugh.

“No, I guess not.”

Leaning down, I press my lips to the top of her head. “Let’s get you seated on the bed and I’ll get the bath started.”

Thank fucking god I decided to put in that giant tub when I was building this place.

I have no idea what possessed me to do it but I’m so glad I have it.

After I get her into the bedroom, I help her lower herself down to the edge of the mattress and as soon as she’s seated, her body deflates. Simple movement is taking so much out of her right now and every time I see her wince in pain or struggle to move, everything in me wants to lose my shit.

I’ve never felt this level of anger in my life and to know that Leigh-Ann did this to her because of me…

Fuck.

Lennon has been telling me for days that this isn’t my fault but I can’t accept that.

This shit is all on me.

Maybe a better man would walk away, set her free after everything else I put her through, but I can’t do that.

She is mine.

And there is no way in hell I am walking away from her.

Ever.

I’ll just have to figure out a fucking way to live with this guilt for the rest of my life and make this shit up to her as much as I can.

“I’ll go get the bath ready.”

She looks up at me from her spot on the bed, a soft smile on her face. “Thank you, baby.”

“Anything for you, Len,” I tell her, leaning down and kissing her forehead. She hums in response, closing her eyes. In the bathroom, I start filling the tub, getting the water to just the right temperature before I start grabbing her shampoo, body wash and conditioner from the shower. She’s got some fancy bath oil shit next to the tub so I go ahead and pour that in the water too.

My girl deserves some pampering.

Once everything is all set up, I head back into the bedroom and yank off my cut, tossing it onto the bed. My body is still sore as fuck from the accident but it was nowhere near as bad as what Lennon went through.

“You ready?” I ask and she opens her eyes, her gaze finding mine across the room as she sighs and braces her fists on the bed next to her. “Hey, let me come help you.”

“I’m a grown ass woman. I should be able to stand on my own,” she grumbles, trying to push off the bed. Her jaw clenches. I’m across the room before she can fully get to her feet, wrapping my arm around her waist gently. “This is fucking pathetic.”

I shoot her a look. “You can go back to being a grown ass woman after you’ve healed, baby.”

Her body sags into mine as we walk across the bedroom slowly and she nods but doesn’t say anything else. This has been hell for her. Needing so much help from me or the nurses at the hospital has been really hard and she’s been getting more and more defiant about it.

In the bathroom, I sit her down on the toilet lid and quickly strip my clothes off before coming back to her and hooking my hands under her shirt. She looks up, a smirk on her face and I shake my head.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.”

She releases a breath in a huff. “You’re gonna owe me like, a lot of sex once I’m all better.”

“Oh, no,” I mock complain. “How terrible for me.”