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“It’s not her fault.”
“Who? What girl?” Savvy asks.
“No one,” Lorenzo says.
I look at my son, my expression telling him what I don’t say aloud.Really? Are you really going to try to keep hiding it?The girl is in the waiting room, looking fucking distraught as all hell.
Lorenzo shakes his head. “Kyla. I was talking to Kyla,” he says.
“Kyla? As in, Kyla McKinley. That Kyla?” Savvy questions with a smile.
“Yes.”
“Oh…” she hums. “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything?”
“No, I’m good, Ma, promise,” he tells her again.
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Savvy announces.
I look at my wife. Has she lost her goddamn mind? She’s actually walking out of this room. I thought I’d have to drag her out when it was time to leave.
I glance at my son before turning on my heel to follow her. “Savvy, where are you going?”
“I’m going to let Kyla come and see him,” she says.
“That’s not a good idea,” I tell her.
“It’s the best idea, Tao.” She smiles, and after having her sobbing in my arms, I’m not about to do anything to wipe that smile off her face.
I push back through the door to Lorenzo’s room. “Okay, how bad is the pain?” I ask him now that everyone is gone.
“It hurts like a fucking bitch,” he says.
“Looks it.” I nod. The nurse leaves the room quietly, allowing us some privacy. “That was some fucking scary shit, Lorenzo. Not just for your mother, but for all of us.”
“I know. I’m sorry, Pops.” He stares down at his lap.
“Don’t ever do anything that will put that look on your mother’s face again,” I warn him.
“I won’t.”
“Yet you’re dead set on making yourself pig food.” I smirk.
“She’s different,” he says.
“She better be worth it,” I tell him.
“She is.” He finally looks up at me again, with a stupid-ass grin on his face.
“I love you. I’m really fucking glad I don’t have to pick out your coffin this week,” I admit.
“Love you too, Pops,” he says.
There’s a small knock on the door and then Kyla walks in. She glances from me to Lorenzo. “I’ll be back. I’m gonna go see your uncle and call your grandparents,” I tell my son.
“Wait… You didn’t tell Nonna, did you?” he asks me.
“Romeo did.”
