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“It really is and I know he’s sorry.”
“Oh, sweetie, I know he is and once he gets through this, we’ll talk and fix this because I need my boys on the same page. I can’t live without either of them.”
Just then Beck walks in looking haggard. I go to him and I can see before he speaks that it’s going to be okay. I break down in sobs as he holds me close, absorbing my emotions.
“Is he…?” Norrie’s voice shakes.
“He’s going to be fine. He came through the surgery and everything looks good.”
“Oh, thank God.” Norrie sags into Harrison.
Ryker slaps Beck on the back. “What did I tell you? Best fucking surgeon in the world.”
“Can I see him?”
Beck nods. “Yes, they’re just settling him into the ICU overnight so you and Norrie can see him but he needs rest.”
I kiss him. “Thank you, Beck.”
“It was nothing.”
“It was everything and you know it.”
“I couldn’t let the big bastard die before I gave him hell for admitting he loves me on national television.”
“He did do that, didn’t he?”
“He did.”
I press my lips to his. “And you love him too.”
“Yeah, fine. I love him. I forgive him but I’m going to torture him a little for the shit he pulled.”
“I’m sure he’ll be happy to endure it.”
Beck leads me and Norrie up to the ICU and we go in and Norrie breaks down. Beck explains what the machines are as gently as he can and gives her a rundown on what caused the heart attack and his prognosis going forward. Turns out he didn’t have a heart attack, he had a cardiac arrest caused by an undiagnosed arrhythmia. Beck fitted a pacemaker, which will stop any future events.
I sit beside Xander, my hand in his as Norrie talks to him quietly. After about ten minutes, she leaves him with a kiss on the forehead and a promise to be back tomorrow morning with cookies. We all laugh at that and I hug my friend goodbye and promise to call if there’s any change.
“Hey.”
I feel Beck’s hand on my neck and turn to look at him. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. I was just doing my job and I love him too.”
I can see the emotion on his face as he looks at Xander. “Is he really going to be okay?”
“No reason why he shouldn’t be.”
I rest my head on Beck’s shoulder and we sit like that, him intermittently standing and doing checks or speaking with the nursing staff.
“Do you know he made me his proxy?”
Beck raises his brow. “He did?”
“Yeah, Hudson told me and asked for my statement for the press.”
“Well, I can see why he would. You’re stable and sensible.”
