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“Is he okay?” Keegan asked.
“He’s doing fine. A little sick, scared, probably in pain. He doesn’t need stitches. They took him back for some X-rays to make sure he didn’t crack his skull and to see if there’s swelling. Reagan went with him.”
The three let out a collective, relieved breath. “So, he’s awake?” Mr. Hudson asked.
“Yeah, he’d already woken up by the time I got here.”
“Speaking of . . .” Keegan trailed off and raised an eyebrow at me.
I shot him a confused look. “What?”
He cleared his throat and jerked his chin toward the check-in desk behind me. “When Mom and I got here and asked about Parker, the receptionist didn’t seem thrilled that more of his family was here. Told us to be assured Parker’s parents were with him, and one of them would let us know how Parker was doing. Then she started grumbling about Parker’s dad almost getting himself thrown out of the hospital for the way he acted.”
“She wouldn’t tell me where he—” I paused, and jerked my head back. “Dad?”
“That’s what we said, she look really nervous. Said you claimed Parker was your son, and then she began describing you at the same time she called security over, probably to have him hunt you down. But when she described you . . . we told her she was correct.”
I stood there, not seeing anything as I thought back to my conversation with the woman behind the window. Looking over my shoulder at her, air wheezed out of my lungs. “And he’s my son . . .” Facing Reagan’s family again, my face fell. “Oh my God,” I muttered, and shakily walked over to one of the chairs.
“Are you okay?” Mrs. Hudson asked as she took the chair next to me.
I stared down at the tile below me and just focused on pulling air into my body.
“Steele.” I looked up to find Keegan smirking. “You doin’ okay there?”
“I hadn’t even realized . . .” I trailed off and shook my head.
His smirk morphed into a full-blown smile. “I can see that.”
I barely glanced at Mrs. Hudson to see her smiling at me with her eyes watering, before looking back at the floor. I stayed like that for minutes as I tried to figure out what had happened, and how I couldn’t have even realized what I’d been saying. I wanted to say it was because I was scared, or because I knew Reagan needed me, and the lady hadn’t been about to let me back there . . . but that wasn’t it. It hadn’t been a calculated response; it’d just been the first thing that left my lips when she tried to keep me from Parker. My Parker.
“I need to get back there,” I said suddenly, and stood. Looking at the three of them, I tried not to notice how differently they were all watching me now. Like they knew what I’d just come to realize, and were happy.
I was happy. I was also scared as shit.
“I’ll let you know what the doctor says.” Turning, I walked back to the doors and waited for them to let me through.
Reagan’s soft voice drifted out of the room, so I stopped before I got to the doorway. Taking deep breaths in, I ran my hands over my face, and hoped like hell that she wouldn’t notice a difference in me.
“Hey.” She smiled. “I’m guessing they’re out there?”
“Yeah, sorry it took me so long to get back.”
She waved off the apology and looked at Parker. “Please don’t be sorry. Do you mind sitting in here with him while I go talk to my parents really quick?”
As long as they didn’t tell her what I’d said. “Go for it.”
“Okay, they light is still bothering him, but he needs to stay awake.” Reagan leaned up on her toes to kiss me. “Thank you for getting here so fast, Coen. I—as soon as I got the call, I just knew I needed you. So, thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, Reagan.” I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her once more. “I love you. I’m always here when you need me.”
“I love you too,” she whispered, and sent me a longing glance before walking out of the room.
Grabbing the chair and moving it closer to the bed, I sat down and looked up at the beeping monitors.
“Hey, Coen?”
“Yeah, bud?” I asked, glancing down to Parker.
