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“Sure he’s strong. He takes after his momma. You should be happy he doesn’t take after his pussy-ass daddy.” I snort.
“Fuck you,” Jay throws at me, keeping his voice down.
Harper holds onto my arm and asks, “What about you? How are you doing?”
“I’m doing good. They’ve discharged me.”
“At least one of you gets to go home today,” she murmurs.
Placing my hand over hers, I say, “He’ll be home in no time.”
Her smile slips and I frown.
“What’s wrong?”
“As much as I can’t wait to take him home, I’m terrified at the same time.”
“It’s only natural. India was the same with Rayna.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. You’re going to be an amazing mom, Harper. Don’t doubt yourself on that.”
Her smile returns.
“I’m so happy you’ve finally got everything you’ve always wanted. I wish you a lifetime of precious memories,” I tell her.
“Thank you.”
I spend the next half an hour with them and by the time JJ wheels me out and helps me into Mom’s car, I can’t wait to be home.
She’s unusually quiet during the drive but I don’t complain. The wind on my face and the peace is nice.
Mom drives into the club and I shift in my seat. My lower back twinges in pain and I suck in a sharp breath.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mom asks, parking in her usual spot by the main house.
“I’m fine,” I grate out through gritted teeth.
As soon as I can haul my ass out of the car, I’ll be fine. I wave Zach’s help away and push through the pain.
Once I’m on my feet and I exhale the frustration away, Rayna is running toward me, and I brace myself.
“Daddy!”
Zach swoops her up into his arms and waits for her to stop wriggling around before passing her over to me. I smile my thanks and catch Holly hovering close by.
I kiss my daughter on the side of her head and lean back to ask her, “You been a good girl for Holly?”
“Cake!” she hollers, totally ignoring me.
I lower her to the ground and nod to Holly. Shit is getting more tense between us each day and I see today is no different.
“She wanted to make you a cake. If I were you, I’d just pretend to eat it and make a big deal about it,” she warns me.
It’s all been formal, too fucking formal, between us over the last couple of days and to keep the peace I’m allowing it to continue.
“Son! It’s good to see you home!” Dad hollers from the doorway to the bar.
