Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Then there was the time that we’d watched Hardball when he and I were both sick with the stomach flu. At the end, when the little kid died, I’d been inconsolable. Nathan had shed a few tears, but he’d swiped them away so fast that sometimes I even questioned whether or not I’d seen it happen.
The fourth and fifth times had been when people in his family had passed away.
The sixth and final time was right then.
With a man he didn’t fucking know.
“Well, this is sweet and all, but do one of you think you can come help me change my baby’s diaper? He’s wet.”
If it was acceptable to throat punch people, I would’ve fucking done it right then and there.
I hated Eerie.
Even worse, I hated that Eerie was a person that I would have to deal with for the rest of my life thanks to her being the biological mother of the baby I was quickly coming to love.
“Fuck you.”
That coming from the grieving father’s mouth would’ve had me laughing any other time.
This time I was just too dang sad.
Right before Nathan opened his mouth to say something, Dare’s monitors started to go off, and this time it wasn’t a pulse ox monitor slipping off.
***
Nathan
I walked into the SWAT training area and looked around, feeling like I’d left part of my heart at the hospital.
Two parts of my heart.
“Hey, man. Where the hell have you been?”
I looked up to find Saint walking toward me looking worried.
I scratched my head, more than aware that my hair was likely more than a little crazy.
I’d spent the last two hours sitting outside the NICU listening to Eerie bitch at me while I waited for word on what was going on with my baby.
The truly awful thing?
Paul and Justin Ross sat with me, too.
Paul and Justin weren’t gay like I’d originally assumed. They were brothers. Their sister, Melissa, and Melissa’s husband had died in a car crash. They’d been able to save the baby by doing an emergency C-section. Melissa had been kept alive long enough by the paramedics, then an ER team to be able to deliver and save the baby’s life.
And now, their only connection to their sister had perished, too.
They’d huddled with me, trading off barbs with Eerie, as we waited for news on Dare.
News that had come about two hours after I’d been kicked out of the NICU.
Dare had jumped over his hurdle, but sadly he wasn’t out of the woods just yet.
“Umm,” I said to Saint. “I’m good. Well, tired. But good.”
Saint tilted his head slightly to the side. “How’s the kid?”
I looked down. “He had a bit of a setback today, but he’s doing okay now.”
“What kind of setback?” Saint questioned.
I walked with him toward the training area where I could hear loud shouts and bellows of laughter, as well as some oldies hard rock pouring through the speakers.
“The kind where his heart just stopped for a few seconds.” I paused. “The nurses jumped in there and saved him. But shit. My fuckin’ heart still feels like it’s goddamn racing.”
“Preemies are pretty good at scaring the shit out of you,” Saint agreed.
My brows rose up as I shrugged out of my sweatshirt and tossed it on the nearest table. “Why do I have the feeling that I don’t know anything about you at all?”
He shrugged. “So he’s okay?”
I studied Saint for a moment, wondering why, exactly, I didn’t know anywhere near as much about him as I did about all my other fellow SWAT team members.
“He is,” I confirmed just as everyone’s phone went off simultaneously.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Booth bellowed. “I have to go pick up Asa!”
“I’ll text Del,” Bourne said as he was pulling his phone out. “She was on the way home anyway. Apparently, the dog that she was going to see had already been adopted out.”
I picked my sweatshirt up, which, might I add, was not a fucking SWAT-issued one seeing as a certain someone had commandeered it, and shrugged it back on.
“Let’s go.”
Chapter 19
I’m not sure how many Hershey Kisses equals happiness, but so far, it’s not 27.
-Text from Reggie to Nathan
Nathan
Later that night, I walked in the door unsurprised to find Reggie with her ass planted in my chair, wearing my sweatshirt, drinking my beer.
“You heard?” I asked curiously.
She nodded. “I heard.”
“How?” I wondered.
She pointed to the house next door. “Hastings. She was outside when I got home and was talking about stuff that she heard on the police scanner. Apparently, Sammy tuned in a radio for her that’ll allow her to listen to everything.” She paused. “Can I have one of those?”
I just shook my head and walked to the couch to collapse next to her.
“Are your parents on the way?” I wondered.
“Yep.” She looked at me. “I almost called and canceled.”