Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
My pants were becoming uncomfortable, so I tried to think about anything other than my memories of being inside my woman and adjusted myself to make my condition less obvious. Turning on my heel, I stomped out of the room, anxious to be somewhere without a bed. We’d just have to figure out the sleeping arrangements later.
My mom was done cooking and had everything packaged up less than half an hour later. I insisted that I drive separately from her and my dad because I wasn’t going to make my parents wait around for me, and I had no intention of leaving Ember’s side anytime soon.
So I drove my dad’s SUV while they traveled in my mom’s Lexus—her dream car. A present from me when I received my signing bonus with the Nighthawks. I told her it was a thank you for all the years she drove Naomi and I all over the place.
We parked our vehicles in the underground garage, then I met them at their car to help carry everything in. At the visitor’s desk, we signed in and were given directions to Ember’s mother’s room.
A man—who looked a lot like Ember, including the same shade of red hair—was in the hallway talking to a doctor and smiled when he saw us. Her dad, I assumed, finished whatever he was saying to the gray-haired woman in a white lab coat, then strolled toward us. He hugged my mom, then shook my dad’s hand, before mine.
“Nixon, I presume?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“I’m Ron. It’s nice to finally meet you. We’ve heard so much about you from your parents that I almost feel as if I know you. It was kind of you to bring them here.”
“Oh, he’s not here for us,” my mother drawled, earning herself a warning glare from me.
Ember’s dad looked confused. “Oh? You’re here to visit another patient? I’m sorry to hear that.”
My dad coughed to cover a laugh, and I lifted my eyes to the ceiling, as if I would find some patience floating down.
I did not.
“I’m here to see Ember,” I told her dad plainly.
“Ember? My daughter?”
It was probably a little rude, but I didn’t have the ability to hold off on seeing my girl any longer. “Yes, sir,” I replied, then pushed open the door to the hospital room and entered quietly, in case her mom was resting.
I stopped for just a second, drinking in the sight of my girl. It had been less than twenty-four hours since I’d seen her, and I couldn’t believe how much I’d missed her.
A woman who had similar features to Ember was sitting up in the bed while my girl sat on the edge. They’d been talking, but when I stepped into the room, the conversation halted and two sets of green eyes turned in my direction.
Ember’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.
“Hey, baby,” I greeted her.
“W-What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for you.”
9
Ember
The absolute last person I expected to see at the hospital was Nixon. Not after I’d left him fast asleep in his bed back in New York City this morning. I assumed I’d have more time before I saw him again and wasn’t prepared for him to suddenly appear out of the blue. “But how are you here right now?”
“Same way as you. I hopped on a plane.”
I thought about the reason he’d given for coming. “For me?”
“Yes, baby. Like I said, I’m here for you. I wouldn’t have taken a last-minute flight for anyone else.”
“Aw.” My mom’s swoony sigh reminded me she was listening to our conversation, and my cheeks heated.
Nixon’s gaze drifted toward her, and he smiled as he moved to stand next to me at the side of her bed. “Hello, Mrs. Walsh. I’m Nixon Scott.”
“Ahh, yes. Naomi’s brother.” My mom’s answering smile turned mischievous. “I should have guessed since you’re exactly how my daughter described. Please call me Pam. You’re practically family, after all.”
I would have liked to think she meant that he was almost family since Naomi and I were as close as sisters, but I knew better. Especially since I’d spilled my feelings for him to her months ago, and she’d been rooting for something to happen between us ever since. “Mom, stop. Please.”
“Are you keeping your mom entertained with stories about me?” he asked.
“Oh, she’s kept quiet about you today.” My mom’s gaze turned considering. “If I wasn’t so loopy from the pain medication, I probably would have noticed that before now. Maybe then I would’ve guessed the obvious…you finally realized how perfect my daughter is for you and did something about it.”
Nixon reached down for my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “Oh, I noticed a long time ago how amazing Ember was, but I did finally do something about it.”
His reply didn’t make any sense to me, but my mom nodded as though it sounded perfectly reasonable and said, “That’s what I thought.”