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“I’m here for you guys, okay? Just tell me what you need,” I whisper as we walk onto the third floor.
“I just need you.”
I squeeze his hand and take a deep breath as we walk into the hospital room.
NINE
Foster
Ford elbowsme in the side as he shifts on the couch next to me. Lilliana is tucked under my other arm, and I grumble as I turn towards her more.
I had just managed to fall asleep too. The three of us had sat around Dad’s hospital bed all day. He woke up a few hours ago, but he had been really out of it. He fell back asleep not long after, and that was when Ford and I had first started fighting over who got to sleep on the couch versus the uncomfortable chairs.
I close my eyes, trying to go back to sleep, but the constant beeping of the machines is too hard to block out. I take a few deep breaths, reminding myself that those beeps mean that he’s still alive.
“Hey,” Lilliana whispers, scooting away from my side.
I frown, my grip on her hip tightening.
“Welcome home,” my dad whispers to her, and I blink my eyes open, sitting up at the same time as Ford.
“Dad,” we say together, and he smiles.
“You scared the shit out of us,” Ford tells him as he sits on the edge of the couch and drags his hands down his face.
“Sorry about that.”
“Should I get the doctor or a nurse?” Lilliana asks, and Dad nods.
“Please.”
She stands, squeezing my shoulder as she heads for the door and I watch her go.
“Should we get the priest too? Or are you two planning more of a church wedding?” Dad asks me, and I scrub my hands down my face.
“We’re not getting married…yet,” I finish, and he sighs.
“At least tell me that you’ve told her that you love her,” he says, and I shake my head.
“Not yet.”
“What the hell are you waiting for?” He scolds me.
“Lay off him, Dad. You know that he’s still waiting on his balls,” Ford says, and I elbow him in the side.
“Shut up. I was going to tell her, but then you called and interrupted us.”
“Don’t blame me too much. You’ve had literal years to get the nerve to tell her,” Ford says, and I roll my eyes.
I know that he’s right.
“I still remember the day,” my dad reminisces, and I frown.
“What day?”
“The day that you fell in love with her. You looked like you had been hit by something,” he says with a laugh.
“Cupid’s arrow, maybe,” Ford mumbles next to me.
