"Yeah." Her voice cracked softly. "You were crying over my grave."
The air left my lungs. I brought her hand to my lips kissing her knuckles gently.
"God knew I needed you," I murmured. A tear slid down her cheek. I caught it with my thumb. "You're home now, beautiful," I whispered softly. "And I'ma spend the rest of my life making sure you never question if somebody got you ever again. I love you to death, Gianna Taylor."
Her voice was heavy with tears when she responded. "I love you too, Remel Robinson."
Chapter 59
The pain medication the doctor gave me kept me groggy.
After I finished the soup, Remy helped me shower and change my dressing. He was so gentle and tender. I felt like silk in his care. After slipping on one his of T-shirts and taking my meds, I was out like a light.
I don't know how long I was sleep, but when I cracked my eyes open the sun was setting and the room was darker. I tried to climb out of bed to get myself to the bathroom, but as I soon as I planted one foot on the floor, pain shot through my body that made me grit my teeth.
"Fuck," I exhaled sharply a cold sweat breaking out on my skin. Tears sprung to my eyes. "Baby, I need you!" I called out breathlessly.
I heard fast, heavy footsteps.
"Gianna?" Remy rushed into the room so quickly his voice came out panicked. His eyes landed on me half bent over beside the bed clutching my stomach and his face dropped instantly. "Baby, no—" Before I could even respond he was already at my side. His arm wrapped firmly around my waist while his other hand cupped my face gently. "What happened?" he asked softly but I could hear the fear underneath it.
"I was trying to go to the bathroom," I said through clenched teeth. "I thought I could make it."
"Beautiful…" he sighed shakily. "I told you tell me if you needed me."
"I didn't wanna keep bothering you."
"Bothering me?" he repeated like the thought offended him. "Gianna, I would wipe your ass right now if you needed me to."
I stared at him. Then snorted a laugh before instantly regretting it. "Ow! Fuck!"
He smiled despite his concern. "My hardheaded girl." Without another word, he carefully scooped me into his arms. The movement made me whimper softly against his chest. "I know, baby. I know." He kissed the top of my head repeatedly while carrying me toward the bathroom. "I got you."
He sat me gently on the toilet before crouching in front of me.
I looked at him. "Are you gonna watch me pee?"
"Yes," he said seriously.
I smirked shaking my head. "I can't go with you watching me. Just step out."
Reluctantly, he did. He must have been listening, because as soon as I was done, he poked his head in. "You need help wiping?"
I smothered my laughter shaking my head. "I think I got it."
"You’re laughing and I'm serious."
"I know!" I giggled softly. I wiped myself and he helped me up, adjusting the T-shirt. As I was washing my hands we heard the front door opening.
"Daddy! I'm home!"
My heart soared and I got so excited I hurried up and quickly dried my hands
"There goes little man," he smiled. "Coming, Melo! Wait in the living room for me!" He called out. He turned back to me. "I'ma get you back to bed and then I'll bring him to you."
I smiled nodding. He helped me into the bed, and I adjusted the covers around me before clicking on the lamp. I knew I was going to cry when I saw him. I grabbed the rainbow marble off the nightstand and held it in my hand, waiting.
Minutes later, I heard them approaching. Remy first. Then Melo poked his little head in. My tears were instant. "My little handsome," I gushed holding out my arms. "C'mere, sweetheart."
