“I will,” I tell him with a little smile.
After the doctor clears me to be discharged, I change, then Huxley pushes my wheelchair. I feel a bit ridiculous since my legs are working fine, but apparently it’s hospital policy.
He stops in the lobby. “Wait while I get the car from the lot.”
“We can walk together.”
“It’s too far away. I don’t want you to overexert yourself.” He frowns like he’s worried I might break.
Although part of me wants to reassure him I’m fine, seeing me bloody and unconscious gave him quite a scare. So I nod and say, “Okay. I’ll wait.”
“I’ll be back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
I watch him walk through the crowd, then past the automatic doors. When he vanishes behind a couple of trees, I pull out my phone to check messages. I have so many, some from people at work, some from Huxley’s brothers and their wives. Actually…mybrothers and sisters. It sounds a little strange, but feels good at the same time. Everyone is worried about me, wishes me well.
–Griffin: Next time Hux wants to beat someone like Mick up, tell him to take me with him. I can do a better job.
–Sebastian: Seriously. I think Huxley only cracked one rib.
–Griffin: I would’ve broken at least four.
–Noah: Amateur. I would’ve done six.
–Emmett: Push him off a cliff. Problem solved.
–Grant: What kind of asshole shoves a pregnant woman down a flight of stairs?
–Nicholas: What kind of asshole shoves any woman down a flight of stairs?
I smile. I can’t believe that in addition to my husband, I have six tall, broad-shouldered brothers to keep me safe.
–Bobbi: If you crave anything, lemme know!
–Lucie: There’s nothing she can’t bake.
–Amy: I can make a mean casserole!
–Aspen: Don’t you have to work?
–Amy: I can take some time off.
–Molly: If you need something to read, I’m your girl.
–Sierra: Or if you just need somebody to talk to or cheer you up… Me me me! Pick me!
Then there’s more.
–Bryce: If you need anything message me.
–Josh: I don’t sleep, so you can text me any time you need something.
–Ares: Nelson’s a dead man.
–Bryce: Ares means that. You don’t have to worry about a thing.
I laugh a little at how everyone expresses their support and love in their own way. Maybe Huxley is right—this is fate.
