Page 141 of The Golden Hour

“Right,” Mason says. “You know, Dr. Adonis and all that.”

“It’s what I get for my mother giving me the name Adonis.”

Mason blinks and frowns.

Wait…

“Your name is literally Adonis?”

“Yes. Adonis Sundström,” he smiles, bemused at Mason, who is wishing that the ground would open up and swallow him whole. “My mother was very into Greek mythology—as shown by my brothers Ares and Apollo.”

Mason grits his teeth, “There’s more of you?”

“Afraid so,” Adonis shrugs.

“Fuck’s sake,” Mason growls, hating the idea of more of these blue-eyed, blond-haired perfect Disney princes walking around in the same world his perfect, beautiful wife exists in.

Dr. Adonis must read his mind, because he chuckles, casually leaning against the colorful counter.

“Mason, Honey is a very lovely, very beautiful—” his grin widens at the growling noise coming from Mason, and continues, “and very much my patient’s mother. I’m not interested in your wife. I’m only interested in Daisy’s care, and hearing your concerns about Daisy’s care.”

Your wife is what softens all the rough edges of his jealousy.

My wife. My Honey. We’re getting there, second by second, and I’m earning my way back.

“Right,” Mason says, before muttering, “Sorry.”

“Just glad we could clear it up,” Adonis says, before scribbling something down on one of his pads and handing it to Mason. “This is my cell phone number. Pass it on to Honey, too. Calling the office can connect you right to me, but you can just shoot me a text with questions. Once you set up your transfer, let me know, and I’ll send over a letter of recommendation.”

“Wow,” Mason says, pocketing the paper. “Thank you.”

“If you don’t mind me saying,” Adonis says, glancing toward the door, “you both seem lighter than you did the first time I saw you.”

Mason cringes briefly.

It wasn't exactly subtle to any outsider that something had happened between them, but Adonis seemed to be able to connect the dots that something almost irreparable had happened to them. Something Mason had been too blind to stop from happening. Something that shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

People were rarely granted second chances in life.

He was given one, and he would never squander it.

“Me too.”

Honey is speaking to the nurses at the front when Mason walks out, and he immediately scoops up the car seat and swings the diaper bag over his shoulder, dodging Honey’s hands when she tries to grab it.

She huffs, but stomps forward to grab the door and hold it open for him as they head out to their car in the parking lot.

“Alright, baby girl,” Mason coos to Daisy as he settles her in the seat, making sure she has Ellie and that the mirror is clean so they can see her face when driving.

He feels eyes on him and turns to see Honey watching from the front seat, a smile on her face.

“What?” he asks.

Her cheeks flush so beautifully that it knocks his breath away for a second.

“It just looks good on you,” she shrugs. “I always knew it would.”

“What?” Mason asks, looking at his clothes.