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“He’s gone.” Emma’s voice sounded so hollow.
Charli stepped away, giving them a moment of privacy. Brynn offered Remy a tissue for their friend.
The phone in Charli’s pocket rang loudly. She scooped it out, not bothering to see who it was before she answered, stepping away. “Hello?”
“He’s awake!”
Charli sprinted out of the lunchroom and along the hallway towards her husband’s room, ignoring the pain in her waist. She caught her breath as she waited for the elevator. There was no way she was taking the stairs, not unless she wanted to end up back in a hospital bed herself. The doors opened and she pressed the button repeatedly for Finn’s floor.
Moments later, she rushed into his room. Finn’s gaze snapped to hers. It was like déjà vu.
“Finn?”
His eyebrows drew together in confusion.
“Do—do you know who I am?”
He shook his head.
Her heart sunk. Not again.
A wide smile broke out on his face. “Shit. I’m sorry. Thought it would be funny this time.”
Realization spread over her like the sun moving out from behind storm clouds. “You asshole!” She stepped to his side, tears of joy, of grief, of relief pouring from her eyes.
His hand reached up to cup her face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Don’t cry. I can’t take it.” His lips coasted over hers. He slid to the side, making room for her on the bed. “Lie with me.”
“Won’t I hurt you?”
“Need you.” His voice shook.
She carefully climbed in as Claire excused herself.
His hand rested gently on her flatter stomach. “Is he . . .”
“He’s perfect. And he can’t wait to meet his daddy. He’s a fighter like you.”
Finn sighed with what she assumed to be relief. “I’d say more like his mommy.”
She filled him in on the birth and the last couple weeks.
“You named him Jamison?”
“I thought I’d lost you. I wanted to hold on to whatever pieces I could. So, I went with Jamison Finnegan Reed.”
He traced his finger over the side of her face, his eyes growing watery. “I love you.”
“I love you too. So much.” She kissed him.
“When I saw Stewart’s hands on you—”
“Shhhh. He’s gone. It’s all over,” she assured him.
“But it’s all my fault you were put in danger.”
She locked eyes with him. “And it’s my fault you were shot in the head and almost died.”
Anger flashed in his expression. “The fuck it is.”
