“You are good.” I whisper as I look up at him.
A smirk slowly spreads on his face. “You’ve made me good, Baby Girl.” He lips come down to mine, softly pressing them to me. Slowly his hands trail down my torso before he stops on the waistband of my jeans and I look at him, nodding my head. “This doesn’t mean that—”
“I know.” I cut him off.
“I was telling myself that.” He smirks back down at me.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
SADIE
Knocking on the door, I’m nervous, he has no idea why I’m coming, and I make sure the test is tucked into my purse. I’m waiting but I’m only met with silence.
I knock louder this time and the door swings open quickly. “What the fuck do you…” he trails off as he looks at me and I can see a shock filling his eyes, even if he looks horrible at the moment. “What are you doing here?” He glares at me.
“Are you okay?” I can see the bags underneath his red eyes. “Jesus Christ.” I look past him into the house and can see the empty bottles littering the room.
“What are you doing here?” He snaps again as I try to push myself into the house, but he blocks the door.
“I need to talk to you.” I push against his arm, but he doesn’t even try to put up a fight. He groans out before he turns around and walks back to his bedroom.
Shutting the door, I follow behind him. “I have nothing to say to you.” I don’t stop from following him back until he walks into the bedroom.
“I have never seen you like this. What the fuck, Oz?”
He laughs out as he walks into the room, the exact spot we were standing in when he broke me. “You’ve known me for a few years out of my old life and you think you fucking know me.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I think I know you because I loved you,” I still love you, “and you loved me, so you let me see who you actually were.”
“Whatever.” Just hearing the word come out of his mouth makes me smile. He grabs the beer before he moves onto the bed.
I notice something on the dresser, and I look, not being able to help myself and picking it up. My stomach drops as I read the cover of it. The words transplant and liver makes me nauseous… Rushing into the bathroom I throw up into the toilet and I hear Oz laugh behind me. “Yeah, that was my reaction as well.” Wiping my mouth as I move back into the bedroom, and where he lies on the bed, swigging his beer.
I move onto the bed, not paying attention as he cuts me a look.
“What are you doing?” He looks over at me.
I continue to ignore his glares. “How long have you known?”
“A couple days.” He says after he gives up trying to force me out, then changes the channel on the TV, probably as an excuse not to look at me.
Moving in next to him he sighs, completely giving in, and finally looking at me. “What’d they say?” He just starts shaking his head. “What are your options?”
“Sadie,” He whispers, his entire attention on me, now. “It’s too far already. Transplant is the only option, but let’s be real, I’m not going to be a prime candidate.” I sigh, feeling like I somehow should have seen the signs of it. I’m sure that he kept any sort of pain from me. Reaching over, he clasps my hand with his, and as I can feel my tears breaking down their barrier. “I would rather die as myself than in pain and not able to enjoy the time I have left.”
I nod my head, telling him that I understand. I can’t tell him about the baby now. I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Baby Girl…” He trails before he pulls me in to him. I cling on to him as we hold one another, comforting each other. “I’m so sorry.” He whispers into my ear as I hear a sob breaks through his voice.
Pulling away, I look up at him, shaking my head. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” I whisper to him as he cups my cheek and locks eyes with me.
He meets me halfway, our lips connect, and I feel the passion in his kiss as he pulls me closer to him. Moving with him until I’m straddling his lap, instantly grinding myself down on him and causing him to moan out into my mouth. His hands finding their way up my shirt and pulling it up over my head.
“Baby Girl, I’ve missed you so goddamn much.”
The tears are still lingering in my eyes.
“Sh, don’t cry.” He whispers to me, as our eyes lock, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. He lifts our hands up until our palms are touching. His fingers come through the openings of mine, but he doesn’t grab a hold of my hand. “Let’s just enjoy this.” But the emotions and the hormones mix together, and I can’t keep the tears in. “I love you, Baby Girl. And I want you to be happy. Promise me you’ll find someone who makes you happy. Promise me you’ll find someone who protects you, who loves you unconditionally, someone who treats you like the goddess you are. Someone who is worthy of you. That you’ll let yourself love again.” I watch as his eyes fill up with water and my mouth drops opens. “Promise me.”
“I promise.” I nod my head, reluctantly.
