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She appears at the top, wearing a smile. “Do you love it?”
“You knew?”
“Yep. They wanted to make sure it was the right style.”
“Yes, I love it. Thank you. Get down here so I can pass out hugs.”
“Let’s not get rowdy,” Legend teases. “Your hugs are mine.”
“You’re going to have to share them tonight. All of this earns every single person in this house a bear hug.”
“Fine.” He sighs, but the smile on his lips tells me he’s happy.
I’m deliriously overjoyed. This man, my husband, he’s my everything. When everyone gets downstairs, I pass out my thank-you hugs, and I file this moment away as another memory shared with the people I love the most.
We eventually make our way back upstairs and order pizza. It’s another night filled with great friends and the man I love more than anything—definitely one for the memory books.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Legend
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay home?” I ask Monroe.
“Go.” She waves me off, her voice raspy. “I’m just going to stay here in bed all day, coughing my head off. There is nothing that you can do.”
“I think we should take you back to the doctor. It’s been six days of antibiotics, and you’re still not any better.”
“I’m supposed to be taking them for ten. I have four days left. If I’m not any better when they’re done, I’ll go back. Promise. Now, go before you’re late for work. That will put your entire day behind.”
“Fine,” I grumble. I hate that she’s sick, and there isn’t anything I can do to make it better. It’s eating away at me. “If you need anything, you call me. It’s an early night at the shop for me, so I won’t be late.”
“I’ll be fine, babe. Love you,” she says as she lapses into another coughing fit.
Standing from where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, I grab a cough drop and open it before handing it to her.
“Love you too.” I bend and place a kiss on the top of her head. With each step that carries me out of our bedroom and to the garage, I feel worse about leaving her. I know she’s right. There isn’t anything I can do to make her better. I just hate it.
By the time I make it to the shop, I’m kicking myself in the ass for not canceling my client load for today when I thought about it last night. I might not be able to make her feel better, but I could be there, too, just in case.
“Morning, Legend,” Lyra, our receptionist, greets me.
“Morning.”
“Wow, what’s up? Are you sick or something?” Maddox asks.
“No. I didn’t get much sleep. Monroe is still sick. She coughed all night long, and I kept waking up to make sure she didn’t need me.”
“Aw,” Lyra coos. “Look at you being a good husband.”
I ignore her comment. I’m not in the mood to defend how much I love my wife. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.
“Damn, she’s been sick forever,” Maddox replies.
“About two weeks now. She’s been on antibiotics for six days, but I can’t see any kind of improvement. I made her promise me she’d go back to the doctor when she finishes this round if she’s not any better. I know these things take time, but damn, I really thought that with antibiotics, she’d be okay by now.”
“She has bronchitis, right?” Lyra asks. “I know that can be brutal, and the cough can linger for a while.”
