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“He’s going to die,” I hiss at the man in question. “Get him out of here so I can pee in peace.”
The tubes are out—all of them. Well, almost all of them. I mean, I still have the one in my arm for the pain meds, but I won’t complain about that. I call those my happy drugs. The happy drugs that mean that I get to keep the pain at bay and get to stand up long enough to pee for myself.
“You need to go,” I snap at the smiling man who hasn’t removed himself from my sight in two days. “You smell bad and you need to shower.” I’m lying, and we both know it. But I really,reallydon’t want him to watch me pee.
Or maybe fart.
What if I have to fart and he’s right there.
Me, thinking about farting instead of paying attention to the real danger means that suddenly Carter’s staring at me from two inches away.
Smelling way too good for someone who hasn’t showered in days.
He laughs right in my face. “I’ll go take a shower, but then I’m going to be right back here.”
“Bring food,” I order him irately.
Then I do what I have really wanted to do. I take a goddamn shower and wash my hair, being careful not to get my arm wet. And yes, I pee in the shower. No way am I sitting down after the hour I spend in the deliciously hot shower. My body aches as it is, feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck. I need the nurse’s help to get back in bed and get my bandages changed.
“Hey,” I sniff when the nurse gives me a censoring look. “I had blood in my hair still.”
My wet hair is up in a bun, and I don’t think I’ve felt that good in forever. Until Carter walks back in with a bag from Taco Bell held in his hand like an offering I’ll never refuse.
“Oh, yes.” I groan. “I love you so much.”
I’m not looking at him, which I’m absolutely sure that he knows. I’m staring at the tacos that he pulls out for me, with hot sauce on the side that I know I’m going to devour in an instant.
“I see how it is.” He chuckles. “I’m chopped liver.”
The nurse leaves with a wave, pretending that she has something else to do.
I wait until I have all the food before I turn on him, giving him a hard glare. “What are you doing here, Carter?” I stuff almost an entire taco in my face.
“I told you before, Avery.” He shrugs. “We’re doing this. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. You didn’t tell me about not being able to have kids. I didn’t tell you that I planned on seeing Will Andrews.”
That bit shocks me, since I have no clue what he is talking about.
“I told you I wanted to have kids with you because I thought it was on the table.” Carter keeps talking, so instead of interrupting, I put another taco into my mouth.
“I don’t care about having kids with you, Avery.” Carter runs a hand down the side of my face, and I’m too busy chewing on my food to pull away from him. Besides, it feels too good to have him touch me.
“I care about being with you. We’ve got us, and Lucas. We have everything we need. And if you want to have a baby, we can adopt.” He just keeps rambling, and I don’t have the strength to interrupt.
Tacos.
My body is completely made up of tacos. Oh, and the morphine pumping through my veins at the moment.
He wants me.
Even without a baby.
I already know that, I swear I do.
But hearing him say it sends a shiver down my spine. Either that or it is the morphine doing its job.
“I love you,” I say quietly when I’ve finished the taco that I was trying not to choke on. “If you’d stop talking, I’d tell you and put you out of your misery. Lucas asked me about it.” I cough unnecessarily to clear my throat. “Before Karen …happened. He asked me why I wouldn’t talk to you. Why I wouldn’t give you a chance. I was being stubborn, Carter. And I wasn’t being honest with you.”
“Good.” He kisses me on the forehead. “Your family is here to see you, too. I’m gonna go check on Lucas. I’ll be back later.”
