Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Hey there,” I say when I get closer to them. She looks at me and smiles a genuine smile, and she looks beautiful.
“Hey there yourself.” She looks at the flowers in my hand. “What is all that?”
“Jack thought we could cheer people up, so we brought flowers,” I tell her, and she turns back to Jack.
“Well, aren’t you the sweetest little boy ever.” She turns to kiss his cheek.
“And strong,” he reminds her as his hand plays with the hair on the side of her head that has fallen loose.
She leans in and whispers to him, “The strongest I have ever met.”
He nods his head at her as she continues to tell him how brave he is and how special he is, and my son just eats it up. And if I’m honest, he isn’t the only one.
Chapter Seven
Denise
“The last round was with the strong dose of chemo.” I look at Evie’s mom, Janet, as she watches her daughter sleeping.
“She just misses home,” Janet says, and I believe her. Her father and older brother are up in Boston where they live. Her father is working two jobs just to make the insurance payment, and her brother is pretty high in the hockey club. “Darryl is trying to get here this weekend, but he isn’t sure he can swing it. They FaceTimed tonight, and it was mostly just tears. All she wanted was for him to give her a hug.”
“If you need anything, you let me know,” I tell her and walk out of the room. Grabbing my phone out of my white lab coat, I text Steve.
Evie isn’t doing well today. I’ll keep you posted.
I don’t know if he will answer or not, especially since it’s his day off and Olivier just got back.
“Did you see who just dropped by?” Mallory asks me, and I just shake my head.
“Jack. He brought flowers to cheer us up,” she says, walking away. I can’t help but smile when I finally spot them coming down the hallway. “Dr. Denise.” I hear being yelled. I smile at him as he runs toward me, and I scoop him up in my arms.
“Well, hello there, Jumping Jack. What brings you in today?” I smile as I look into his blue eyes that are just like his father’s. I turn to watch Zack walk to us, and I have to take literally a second to catch my breath. He is hands down the hottest man I’ve ever met. The minute he turned around at Max’s house, my stomach flipped, and then I found out about Jack, and my heart broke for him. Watching him walk to me with a genuine smile on his face is causing my heart to race a bit. Oh, fuck that shit—it’s racing a lot.
“Hey there,” he says, and I smile at him and thank the lord that I wore my good jeans today instead of the ones that Steve calls ratty.
No, today I went with my dark blue, skintight ones; they feel like leggings, and I love them. I should have left my hair down, but it was getting in the way, so I tied it up on the top of my head. Some strands falling loose at the sides.
“Hey there yourself.” I look at him and the flowers in his hands. “What is all that?”
“Jack thought we could cheer people up, so we brought flowers,” he tells me, and I turn and look at this sweet, sweet boy.
“Well, aren’t you the sweetest little boy ever.”
“And strong,” he reminds me as his hand twirls in my hair.
I lean in and whisper to him, “The strongest I have ever met.” He just nods at me, then turns to look at his father.
“I want to give her the orange ones,” he tells him. Zack looks down and grabs the fullest orange one of all. Zack hands it to me, but Jack grabs it instead. “I bought these for you.” He smiles at me, and I have to blink away the tears.
“Those are the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen,” I tell him, and he beams with pride. “Thank you so much for bringing them to me; they just brightened my day.”
“We don’t want to get in the way,” Zack says, and I put Jack down.
“You would never be in the way when you come with cheer.” I smile at them. “We should get together sometime next week when you’re available to discuss a couple of things.” I smile at Zack.
“I’ll text you my schedule, and we can work around it,” he says, then looks down at Jack. “We should get going if you want us to pick up those steaks,” Zack tells him, and he just nods.
“Have a great night, you two,” I say. Turning around, I go to the nurses’ station and see Mallory there.