She was real.
I could touch her.
She could touch me.
I chuckled. She’d branded me again, claiming me as her own with that sweet little kiss. I, her willing servant, rejoiced. I’d waited so long for her to come back to me.
A knock sounded at the door.
Excited, I stood and waited expectantly for my beautiful Angel to appear. Reid’s doctor stepped in instead.
I sighed in disappointment but greeted him politely. “Doctor.”
“Deacon.” He shook my hand and offered a folder to me. “I really don’t understand why the San Pedro hospital referred you here. Your son is completely fine.”
I cleared my throat. “The doctors there told me the same thing, but I wanted a second opinion to be sure.”
“When he wakes up, Reid can be discharged. He’s healthy as a horse.”
“Thank you.”
He grinned. “You and your son are, uh, making quite a stir at the nurses’ station.”
“Is there a problem?”
“No. It just seems like you’ve caught their eye. They sent me here to investigate and I feel,” he rubbed his forehead, “well, I shouldn’t be doing this, but are you, um, available?” He blushed to the roots of his hair.
“No.”
“Oh.” He stepped back. “Married?”
“Soon-to-be, yes.”
“Engaged?”
“No.”
“Oh?” His eyebrows crinkled. “Are you planning to pop the question soon?”
“I would prefer that, but no.” Love couldn’t overcome everything. I knew that Angel had loved me when she left and the problems between us hadn’t been dealt with yet.
She’d need more time.
I was an impatient man, but I would wait. For her.
The doctor’s confusion mounted. “So you have a girlfriend?”
“Not exactly.” I folded my arms over my chest. “I was dumped.”
“What?”
“But I plan on getting her back,” I added.
“Oh… okay.” Still looking shaken, the doctor turned and strutted out the door. The sound of the lock clicking into place woke Reid.
“Dada?”
“Hey, buddy.” I leaned over his cot and lifted him into my arms. “Are you feeling better?”