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“Yes,” Noah told me immediately. “Danny, are you hungry?”
Danny just shrugged. “Sure,” he mumbled a moment later.
“Go do what I need you to,” I told Noah. “We’ll be home soon.”
I ended the call and focused on getting Danny home quickly and safely. When I pulled into the garage, Thomas was already waiting. He strode to the passenger side and opened the door, easily lifting Danny from the car. Danny groaned, a little more awake now, and nuzzled his face into the curve of Thomas’s neck.
“I could get used to being carried around all the time,” my boy teasingly murmured.
My brother chuckled. “Baby, you know we’d carry you anywhere,” Thomas told him. I pushed open the door to the house and let Thomas move past me. We went straight to my bedroom on the second floor. Noah was setting a tray of food on the nightstand when we entered. His eyes widened and tears immediately sprang to his eyes when they landed on Danny’s thighs.
“Easy,” I rumbled, going straight for Noah. I tugged him into my arms as Thomas got Danny situated on my bed. “He’s okay. I promise.” I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Just got a little bit of healing to do; that’s all.”
“Come here,” Danny commanded, holding his hand out to Noah. I released Noah, and he eased onto the bed next to Danny. Danny wrapped his arm around him and pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’m fine, babe. I’m in good hands. You know that.” He nuzzled Noah’s cheek. “Now how about that food you mentioned?”
Noah scrambled off the bed, eager to do something to help. He looked at me as he grabbed the tray. “I made you a plate of food, too,” he told me.
I smiled at him and settled on the other side of the bed after kicking my shoes off. “Thank you, sweet boy.”
He settled the tray over Danny’s legs, being extra careful of Danny’s wounds. Thomas carded his fingers through Danny’s messy, blonde hair. “Can I feed you?” Thomas asked him.
Danny nodded. Thomas sat beside Danny and began to fork a bite of food into Danny’s mouth. Looking at Noah, I arched a brow and patted the spot next to me. He quickly rounded the bed and sat beside me, leaning against my side. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. “You did good,” I told him quietly. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I barely did anything,” he mumbled, ducking his head, his cheeks coloring.
I hummed in disagreement. “Thomas said you did well during the meeting, even though you were worried about Danny. And you came home and cleaned up, as well as made sure Danny had everything he needed when we got home. You did a lot, baby. And I’m proud of you for it.”
A blush stole over his cheeks. “I love you both,” he told me, finally looking up at me with those pretty hazel eyes. “I just wanted to take care of you.”
“And you did an amazing job of it,” I assured him. I tilted his chin up and slanted my lips across his. “I love you, too, sweet boy.”
The smile he gave me settled my soul.
CHAPTER 18
Danny
I hated sponge baths. I knew Theo was thoroughly cleaning me, but fuck, it did not feel like enough. I wanted water running over my body. I wanted to scrub like I normally did, but I couldn’t. And after three days of this shit, I was over it. And just to think, I had a minimum of two weeks of this sponge bath bullshit.
“I could punch that marketing director in the fucking face,” I growled as Theo finished washing my foot.
He aimed those dark eyes at me and arched a brow. “You’re in a mood this morning.”
I glowered at him. “Have I expressed how much I hate sponge baths yet?” I sarcastically asked him. Because we both knew I had—numerous times, in fact. “It doesn’t feel like enough. I want a fucking shower. And I can’t because a clumsy asshole spilled scalding hot coffee on my goddamn thighs.”
Theo cupped my jaw and stroked his thumb over my cheek. And just like that, my anger deflated. Like he sucked it right out of me through his palm.
“How do you do that?” I mumbled.
He chuckled. “You get moody when you need physical contact, baby boy.” He released me and helped me off the side of the tub. Crouching at my feet, he helped me into a pair of loose boxers—more than likely a pair of his since he was a bit bigger than I was, so they would be looser on me. “And you especially need physical contact when you feel like something is off.”
“There is something off,” I grumbled. “I can’t shower.”
He pressed a kiss to my hip bone as he tucked my hard cock away. Wasn’t anything we could do about it right now anyway. We had things to attend to in his office. Theo and I both had taken the past few days off while I recovered enough to begin working again, and I knew shit was piling up despite Thomas and Noah doing what they could to help us.
I slipped the t-shirt Theo held out to me over my head and then slowly followed him out of the bathroom. Every step fucking hurt, but I refused to allow Theo to carry me everywhere, much to his displeasure. We’d fought over it numerous times in the past three days, but I refused to budge. Being carried by him was nice—fucking incredible, really—but I knew not using my muscles wouldn’t help me in the slightest.
I smiled at the cup of coffee on my desk and a covered plate of breakfast. I grabbed the sticky note off of the metal lid, my heart warming in my chest at Noah’s perfect handwriting.
