Page 96 of Finding Peace
So, I’d lifted my chin and said it clearly. “All of them.”
The words had come out steady and confident.True.The nurse blinked once, then looked at the four of them before turning back at me and smiling. “Well,” she’d said, scribbling something down on thechart, “you go girl. One thing’s for sure… that baby’s gonna have some damn good genetics.”
I huffed a laugh. “They really are.”
The guys had looked so damn proud, I nearly cried.Again.
The limo turns down the long gravel driveway toward Willow Creek Ranch.
The guys suggested we spend the night in a hotel in Billings so I’d be close to the hospital if my symptoms worsened. But I knew I was fine. I just wanted to go home.
Because even if I’ve only been there a few months. Even if it’s technically theirs. It feels like mine now, too.
The ride back has been quiet, save for one of them checking in every few minutes.
“You dizzy?
“Head hurting?”
“You need water?”
“Feeling queasy?”
But otherwise… silence.
I know they’re all processing everything that’s happened—something that’s a little easier to do now that we’re out of the hospital.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping for another ride like the one we had on the way to Billings.
The limo rolls to a stop in front of the house, and before the driver can even open his door, all four of them are moving.
Jasper’s at my side instantly. “Easy, Red.”
Lawson rests his palm at the small of my back as we walk up the steps, while Beau quite literally holds my dress in the air behind me.
And when Lincoln opens the door, he grabs an excited Lucy by the collar before she has the chance to barrel me over. “Easy, Lucy girl.”
It’s ridiculous, honestly.
But unbelievably sweet.
Not wanting to dismiss my favorite girl, I bend over—trying my best to hide the way my head gets a little fuzzy with the movement—and scratch her between the ears. “Hey, pretty girl. Sorry we took so long.”
Once we get inside, they don’t let me lift a finger.
Shoes off.
Dress unzipped carefully.
Jasper even disappears into the kitchen and comes back with crackers and ginger ale because “you puked earlier and you’re not going to bed on an empty stomach.”
Lincoln checks my pupils with the flashlight on his phone.
Lawson gently inspects the bruise on my temple as if he personally intends to fight the marble floor that caused it.
And Beau runs through a list of questions.
“Headache any worse?”
