Текст книги "Inflame"
Автор книги: Tessa Teevan
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“With all the estrogen in your life, I was sure you were going to end up with a girl. Lily’s going to be so disappointed,” I hear from behind me and turn to see Xavier, who’s late to the party. “Congratulations, man. You deserve this. That little boy’s going to be a lucky one.”
“I’m glad you could make it, man,” I tell him, and I mean it. If there’s anyone besides Lucy I want to share this with, it’s him. “I think Lily will get over it when she meets her new honorary cousin.”
He knows what I’m trying to say, and he nods. “About fuckin’ time, Montgomery.” And I nod back.
After all the shit in my life, I can hardly believe I’m here. I’m having a son.
Chapter 26
Lucy
“AS MUCH as I adore our friends, I thought they would never leave,” I tell Kale as we settle into bed for the night. Once Xavier showed up, the guys just had to start up a game of poker, so the girls and I spent the night creating Pinterest boards for both baby things for Lexi and me and wedding planning for Charlie.
It was a blast being able to look at strictly items for baby boys, but it’s still daunting how much stuff out there that they suggest you get. Kalli texted me earlier to remind me to start a registry for the baby shower, and I decided that Pinterest could totally market that because they have some of the coolest baby gear. Not to mention, Charlie has about fifteen different wedding favor ideas on her board, and we had to stop her from adding any more. As fun as it was, when everyone left at nearly two in the morning, I was more than ready for bed. But now that I’m settled with the baby name book in my hands, I feel a renewed energy and want to get a head start on this list making. Like Kale said, as much as I love Sprout, I’m ready to give my sweet baby boy a name.
“Sorry, baby. I could’ve ended the game early, but I needed one last hand to wipe out Knox’s stash,” Kale says apologetically as he climbs in bed beside me.
I hand him a pad of paper and a pencil so he can jot down any names we like. “It’s fine. At least tomorrow’s Saturday. If your six a.m. alarm goes off for you to go to the gym, I’m probably going to kick your ass.”
He immediately grabs his phone and shuts it off. “If you want to sleep in, we’re sleeping in. We had a long day today, so I’m at your mercy tomorrow.”
“Perfect. Okay. Now, are you ready to do this?” I ask, knowing that this isn’t going to be an easy task.
Flipping to the boy name section, I start with the A’s. Kale sits up against the headboard and holds his arm out so I can cuddle up against his chest. As we flip through the pages, we make it to the D’s without seeing anything we like. All of a sudden, Kale points to a name.
“This is perfect! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that,” he says, almost to himself.
Peering at the name, I shake my head when I see it. “I am not naming my kid Dawson. For one, I’ll be hearing that annoying theme song from the show in my head. And secondly, that’s my last name. I can just see me introducing myself to his kindergarten teacher. ‘Hi, I’m Lucy Dawson and this is my son Dawson Montgomery.’ Sure, it’s a cute idea, but that’d just be weird!”
Kale moves his arm so my back’s now on the headboard. He slides down the bed and places his head on my belly. After tapping it with his finger, he pulls my shirt up to give my bare skin a kiss.
“Don’t listen to her, son. She doesn’t know what she’s saying,” he whispers gently, smiling against my skin. He turns to look at me, a bright smile covering his face. “Lucy, you’re not going to be a Dawson forever, you know.”
My heart leaps into my throat at his insinuation. We’ve talked about forever before, yet the subject of marriage has never actually come up. I’m not sure if it’s the high of the day or what. This is the first time he’s ever mentioned it, and I try to calm my racing heart.
“Is that so, Montgomery?” I ask, using his name for emphasis. My hand comes down to rest on his head and I mindlessly play with his hair.
Shifting, he places his chin on my stomach as he looks up at me with soft eyes. “That’s so, Dawson. I plan on making an honest woman out of you one of these days. Knox just stole my thunder. Asshole.”
I know he’s teasing, but at the same time, I hear the honesty behind his words.
My fingers tangle in his hair, and I pull a little less than gently. “It’s 2014, Kale. There’s no such thing as an honest woman anymore.”
“Ouch. Dammit, baby. You’ve been working on your grip.” He gives me a mouthwatering smile, and I melt. I watch as he sits up, and he lifts my chin as his lips hover just above my own. My breath quickens as his eyes gaze into mine. “Lucy Dawson, I love you. More than I’ve ever loved any woman, and more than I’ll ever love anyone else. In a few short months, you’re having my son. Sometime after that—and I don’t know when—I’ll ask you to marry me, and I’ll stand at the end of an aisle as you walk towards me to make me the happiest man alive. Which kind of seems impossible because I’m pretty sure I’m that man already. But one of these days, you’re going to take my name. And I can’t freakin’ wait.”
Before I can respond, his lips brush against mine in a soft, slow kiss. When he pulls away, he settles in beside me again and picks up the book from my hands.
“Now, where were we?” he asks as he flips through the pages. “What about Gage? That’s kind of a badass name.”
Wrinkling my nose, I try out the name. “Gage Montgomery? Hmm. Mark that one down as a possibility.”
“Awesome. He’d be the baddest kid on the playground.”
“Oh yeah, that’s exactly what I need. A little badass you. That’s not a frightening thought at all.” I continue to look through the pages for names that stick out. “Oh, how about Jackson? I love that name for little boys.”
Kale shakes his head vehemently. “No way. Jackson Montgomery was Erica Kane’s, like, fifth or sixth husband. I am so not naming my son after a soap opera character.” He pauses as I cock my eyebrow up at him, and I try to stifle my giggles. “Babe, we’ve been over this. I grew up with three women. I know every single storyline on All My Children until 2003. I hate to admit it, but even I was gutted when Leo died.”
“Okay, okay. Scratch Jackson off the list,” I tell him, and we continue to go back and forth with names until we get to the Z’s, where I quickly nix his suggestion of Zeb.
Closing the book, I look at the list in his hand and see that we have about twenty names to choose from. Not too bad for the first run-through. Setting the book on the night stand, I curl up under the covers. Kale turns off the light and pulls me into his arms. Resting my head against his chest, I feel his rise and fall with his breathing.
“Hey, Kale?”
“What’s up, baby?”
“Just so you know… Some day in the future, I’ll say yes.”
His chest stops moving for a beat and then I feel him let out a deep breath. “Good to know, Lucy. Good to know. Now get some sleep.”
“Love you, babe,” I say, cuddling in closer.
“And I love you.”
Kale
I’M IN the bedroom trying to put together a bassinet for Lucy when the sound of the doorbell breaks my concentration. Even though we have the whole nursery set up, Mom advised me that, even if she doesn’t know it now, Lucy will want the baby in our room for the first couple of weeks, so when Lucy left with Charlie to go do some wedding shopping, I went out and bought one so I could surprise her. Looking down at my handiwork, I’m satisfied with a job well done and can’t wait for Lucy to get home to see it. I set it in the corner by her side of the bed and head down the hallway to answer the door.
“Uncle Kale!” Lily exclaims as she barrels through the door, wrapping her arms around my legs.
“Hey, Lil,” I tell her, bending down for a hug as I give Xavier a nod and motion for him to come in.
“Hey, man. Thanks for being down to watch her at the last minute,” Xavier says.
“Not a problem. Lucy abandoned me for the day anyway, and I never mind spending time with my favorite girl.”
Lily giggles then suddenly starts digging through her book bag. She pulls out a stuffed animal and hands it to me. It’s an old Winnie the Pooh that’s clearly seen better days. “This is for the baby, Uncle Kale. I’m getting too old for stuffed animals, and since you gave it to me, I thought it would be neat for him to have.”
“Don’t worry. We washed it,” Xavier chimes in.
Looking at Lily, I give her an appreciative smile. I’m touched by the thoughtfulness of this nine-year-old, but she’s always had a sweet heart, so I shouldn’t be surprised. “Thanks, Lily. I’m sure he’ll love it, and so will Lucy.”
“Okay, Lil, I’ve gotta run. Be good for Kale. Love you,” he tells her, giving her a kiss on the top of her head.
“See ya, Daddy,” she says flippantly, and Xavier rolls his eyes.
“She’s getting way too old.” And I nod in agreement. “You kids have fun.”
Once Xavier leaves, I turn to Lily and ask what she wants to do for the day. Naturally, she wants to explore the nursery, and she tells me at least three times how much she wishes we were having a girl. When I show her the bassinet, she decides that it’s the perfect place for Winnie, and I have to agree. After she inspects nearly every baby item, toy, and article of clothing we have, she finally gets bored with it.
“Let’s go play outside,” she suggests, and I’m happy for the warmer late March weather we’ve been blessed with this weekend. I’ll do anything to keep her entertained.
We head to the backyard. As I look around, I realize that it’s pretty empty. Making a mental note to check out outdoor toys for kids, I turn to Lily. “Well, what do you want to do?” I ask, and she mulls it over.
“Let’s play catch,” she says, and I grin as she pulls her small mitt and softball out of her backpack. She’s definitely her father’s kid.
“Sounds good. Just give me a second to get my glove,” I tell her, running inside to get it.
We spend time throwing the ball back and forth, but as much as she tries, we end up chasing the ball more than either of us catches it. I don’t mind though, and I imagine doing this same thing in a few years with my son. I can’t freaking wait.
“I suck at this,” Lily huffs after she misses another catch. “I don’t even know why I play.”
I pause and give her an encouraging look. “Hey. You keep playing because it’s fun. And if you quit, you’ll never improve. Plus, I’ll let you in a little secret.” She eyes me warily. “When Kalli was your age, she couldn’t ever catch the ball. Ever. So you’re already doing much better than her.”
Lily giggles and I smile, knowing that I helped put her at ease. “Kalli’s good at everything though.”
“Everything but playing catch. So keep at it, kid, and you’ll be catching and throwing like a champ in no time.”
She sighs heavily but then gives in. “Okay. I’ll keep trying.”
The next pass I throw to her is way too hard and it sails over her head and into the front yard. “I’ll get it,” she yells as she runs around the side of the house before I can stop her.
“Lily, wait!” I yell as I run after her. When I round the corner, I see the ball rolling across the street and Lily following it without looking. “Lily!”
“Don’t worry! I’ve got it!” she yells back at me without looking.
She darts into the street at the same time that a car flies down the road, and I feel like my whole world stops as I watch it hit her. In what feels like slow motion, she’s launched into the air, and I feel like I’m having a flashback to the explosion. My breath stops as I remember the aftermath and I struggle to believe what I’m seeing. With a loud crash, Lily’s body lands on the pavement, and even from twenty feet away, I can tell she’s not moving. My brain kicks into overdrive and I sprint to her.
I let my basic Army medical skills take over as I make sure she has a pulse and is still breathing, and I let out a sigh of relief when I feel her breath on my cheek. She’s unconscious, and a small trail of blood is oozing out of her nose. Giving her a once-over, I can’t see any broken bones, and I silently thank God for that small triumph. I tear off my shirt and ball it up, slowly lifting her head to place it under her. When I pull my hand away, I’m frozen as I see the sticky crimson liquid covering my fingers.
The driver, a young male, gets out of the car. “Man, I didn’t see her. I swear to God I didn’t fucking see her,” he repeats, and right now, I don’t care. All that matters is Lily, and without knowing the extent of her injuries, I know I can’t move her.
I turn to look at him, and I can tell he’s scared out of his mind. “Call an ambulance!” I shout, and he scrambles to his car get his phone. I vaguely register him explaining to the 911 operator what happened.
Time seems to stand still as I kneel next to Lily, my goddaughter, my saving grace, and the thought of losing her is overwhelming. Running my hand along her forehead, I whisper encouraging thoughts to her, but every minute that passes without her waking up, I become more and more afraid that I’m about to lose the one thing that kept me together for all these years.
Sirens sound in the distance, but I don’t move until I feel hands pulling me up from her. A paramedic starts asking questions as two others slowly, carefully, transfer Lily to a stretcher.
“Sir, can you tell me what happened to your daughter?” the young woman asks, and I have to choke back a cry as I pick up the shirt that has been a pillow for her. It’s speckled with her blood, but I don’t care.
“She’s…she not my daughter. She’s my goddaughter.” Clearing my throat, I struggle to continue as I watch the crew load her in the ambulance. “We were playing catch and the ball went into the yard across the street. She ran out into the road to get it before I could stop her. And then, she was hit.”
“Did she lose consciousness right away?”
As we climb into the back of the ambulance, I tell the paramedic everything that happened after she was hit, but I can’t take my eyes of Lily. She looks so pale, so lifeless lying on the stretcher, and as I watch one of the paramedics wipe away the blood from her nose, I realize what that could mean. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and beg the Lord that Lily will be okay. That Xavier isn’t going to lose her. And that it didn’t happen on my watch.
Once we pull up to the emergency room, I hop out quickly and follow behind as they wheel her into the hospital. I try to follow, but a nurse stops me in the waiting room before I can go past the doors.
“Sir, you can’t go back there right now. I assure you, she’ll get the best care, but for now I need you to help her by filling out these forms so we can properly treat her.”
My eyes races to meet hers as I sink into a chair and take the clipboard. “You’ll keep me informed on her condition?”
“Are you the father?”
“Yes.” The lie rolls right off my tongue, and I know I should take it back, but I can’t sit out here without knowing what’s going on.
“Then of course. Now please fill out the paperwork and get it back to me as soon as possible.”
Swallowing hard, I nod and begin to fill out everything I can. Having known her all her life, I know most of the answers, but there are some that I need Xavier for. Panicking, I realize I haven’t called him. After setting the clipboard down, I grab my phone and head outside, ready to make the most dreaded phone call of my life.
I’M ABOUT to start pacing the waiting room when Xavier runs in. “Where the fuck is she?” he demands as he grabs my shoulders, looking at me with wild eyes.
Just as I’m about to admit that I don’t have any information, the doors open and we both turn towards them. A doctor consults with the nurse and she points to me. He makes his way over and holds out a hand to me. “Mr. Cruz,” he begins, and I clear my throat.
“This is actually Lily’s father. I’m just her godfather,” I admit, and he doesn’t bat an eye as he turns to Xavier.
“As I was saying, Mr. Cruz, I’m Dr. Simon and I’ve been assigned to your daughter’s case. Upon initial x-ray, we can tell that she has a couple of broken ribs, most likely from the impact of hitting the ground. At this point, what we’re concerned with is traumatic brain injury. We don’t know how hard she hit her head against the pavement, but she does have a small hairline fracture on her skull, with a pretty deep gash, indicating there was some force when she landed. We’re going to take her for a CT scan so we can check for any brain swelling or hemorrhaging. Once we’re done with that, I’ll have a nurse come out and get you so you can see her.”
Xavier closes his eyes and swallows hard before reopening them. “Thanks,” is all he says before he turns around and slides down in one of the chairs.
The doctor gives me a tight smile and then turns and walks away.
When I sit next to Xavier, he leans forward, placing his elbow on his knees. “I can’t lose her, man. She’s all I’ve got.”
Guilt flows through me as I place a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, that’s not going to happen. She’s going to be fine.”
He turns to look at me, and I can see the fear that mirrors my own in his eyes. “You don’t know that, Kale. What if she doesn’t wake up? She’s my whole world. I don’t know what I would do without her. She’s everything to me.”
As I sink back in to my chair, I have no idea what to say. No words of consolation will ever be enough. “I’m so fucking sorry, Z. I should’ve had the gate shut or been watching her better. I’m so fucking sorry.” I can barely choke the words out as the guilt creeps in and wraps around my heart like a vise.
“Don’t. Don’t fucking blame yourself for this. You told me what happened, and it could’ve happened with anyone. It’s not your fault, and don’t make this harder on yourself by feeling like it is.”
I have no idea how he can be rational about it, but I appreciate his words, even if they do little to assuage my guilt. After handing the unfinished paperwork to Xavier, I watch as he loses himself in filling it out, and I’m thankful for the distraction. Once he finishes, he makes his way to the nurses’ station and hands it over.
I don’t know how long we sit in silence, both of us nervously shaking our legs in anticipation of hearing some news, any news, about her condition. Out of nowhere, Dr. Simon approaches and we both quickly jump to our feet, eager to hear the news.
“Mr. Cruz, the results from the CT scan show there is a slight swelling in Lily’s brain.” I hear Xavier’s sharp intake of breath as my heart starts rapidly beating. “That being said, it’s a minor cerebral edema, and we’re treating it with painkillers and corticosteroids. It doesn’t appear to be severe enough to require surgery. She has a concussion, but she is awake and appears to have full function of her motor skills. She’s been asking for you,” he tells Xavier.
“So, she’s going to be okay?” Xavier asks for clarification.
“Well, brain injuries can be tricky, but it appears that Lily’s going to be just fine. She’s going to be sore for a while, and like I said, we want to monitor the swelling, but all in all, she’s a lucky little girl. It could’ve been much worse. Now, if you’ll follow me, I’ll take you back to her.”
“You comin’?” Xavier asks, and I shake my head, not sure I’m ready to see her. To see what I did to her.
“You go ahead. I’m going to call Lucy and tell her what’s going on. Whenever Lily’s ready for more company, I’ll be out here waiting.”
He gives me a perceptive nod then follows the doctor, and I watch as they disappear down the corridor. I head outside, not wanting anyone to hear me freaking the fuck out as I call Lucy to tell her the news. That Lily’s in the hospital and it’s all my fault.
Chapter 27
Lucy
I’M SURPRISED when I come home to find the house dark after an exhausting, albeit fun day of wedding shopping with Charlie. I knew Kale was watching Lily today, and I was hopeful she’d still be around when I got home. Glancing at the clock, I realize it’s dinnertime and wonder if they went out to grab something.
As I make my way back to the bedroom, more than ready to change into my stretchy yoga pants, I check my phone and see that I don’t have any messages from him. I shrug it off and enter the bedroom, stopping in my tracks. Next to my side of the bed is the most beautiful white bassinet. As I move closer, I smile when I see a bright green fleece blanket folded up inside. A small stuffed animal rests where the baby will go, and I pick it up to study the Winnie the Pooh, which clearly isn’t new. I guess it’s from Lily, and I grin as I remember her excitement when she found out she was getting a ‘cousin’, even if she did try to play it off like she wanted it to be a girl.
Taking advantage of the quiet, I quickly change my clothes and then prop myself up on the bed to get some grading done. I’m nearly seven months along now and I can rest my papers on my belly for easy access. Even though it’s getting harder to shave my legs, the shelf it creates is actually quite useful. I’m knee-deep in spelling tests when my phone goes off, the special ringtone for Kale playing.
“Hey, baby. Are you out with your other girlfriend?” I tease playfully, but my mood drops when I hear him inhale sharply on the other end of the phone. “Kale? Everything okay?”
“No,” is all I get, and I let the stack of paper slide off my belly as I quickly rise from the bed.
“What? What’s going on? Where are you?” I ask as I start pacing the room.
“The hospital.”
My heart starts racing as every horrible thought runs through my head, but then I try to calm down, knowing that if he’s talking to me, then he’s okay.
“Kale, tell me what’s going on. Please.”
“It’s my fault. I wasn’t paying enough attention, and I didn’t get there in time. Once again, I failed in protecting what’s mine because I was too far away.”
His cryptic answers aren’t making any sense. I slide into my flats and grab my purse and keys, ready to head to the hospital even if he isn’t telling me what happened.
“Kale. Tell me exactly where you are.”
He rattles off the name of the nearest hospital, and I pull out of the drive, desperate to get to him. He’s silent on the other end of the line, and all I can hear is his breathing.
“Baby, are you hurt?”
I hear him sigh deeply, and I wish he’d just answer me.
“No, Lucy. Not me. Lily.”
RACING THROUGH the doors of the emergency room, I scan the room until my eyes rest on Kale. He’s hunched over, his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. I cross the room and crouch down in front of him, something that’s not an easy task with my basketball-sized belly. My fingers graze his chin, and I lift slightly so he’ll look at me. His eyes are red-rimmed and fully of worry, but I see the relief in them when it registers that I’m here. He grabs my hands and pulls me up, settling me in his lap sideways as he wraps an arm around my waist, his hands resting on my stomach. I stroke his hair, hoping I can be some sort of comfort for him.
“Kale, can you tell me what happened?” I ask quietly, and he lifts his head up to look at me.
“I threw the ball too far and she ran after it. Right out into the road without even looking. God, Lucy, she flew so high in the air, and I couldn’t move as I watched it all happen right in front of me.” He closes his eyes, shaking his head as if he’s trying to rid himself of the memory.
“I’m sure it was just an accident. How is she? Have you seen her?”
He shakes his head, his shoulders slumping. “Xavier’s back there with her. The doctor says she’s going to be okay, but until I see her, I just don’t know if I can believe it. I can’t get the image of her lying there on the ground, unconscious, and bleeding out of my mind. Hell, her fucking blood’s on my shirt!”
I pull back to look at him and see the red flecks staining his shirt. It makes my insides roil, and I wrap my arms around him.
“If they say she’s going to be fine, then trust in that, okay? We’ll see her soon enough.”
As if on cue, I see Xavier approach, and I’m quick to get out of Kale’s lap. Kale stands and looks at him as he waits for the news.
Xavier gives us a small smile. “She’s all right, man. Says her head hurts and it hurts to laugh, but other than that, she’s gonna be fine.”
Kale lets out a slow, deep breath as he lets Xavier’s words sink in. “Can I see her?” he asks, and Xavier nods, motioning for us to follow him. I take Kale’s hand in my mine, squeezing gently for reassurance.
We follow him down a long hallway and into a small room. I try not to let out a gasp when I catch the sight of Lily. She’s propped up in a hospital bed with her head wrapped in several inches of white bandage. Her left wrist is in a brace, and I watch as she grimaces when she tries to readjust. Xavier’s by her side in a flash.
“Your ribs are going to hurt when you twist, sweetheart,” he tells her, and she frowns. “Look. You have a couple of visitors.”
She turns her head slowly, and she smiles when she sees us. Kale’s frozen in the door, staring at her. I give him a slight push and he moves deeper into the room.
“Hey, Lil,” he croaks out. “How ya feeling?”
Xavier pulls up a chair for Kale, and he sits next to her and grabs her hand. Leaning back against the wall, I watch them but hang back, knowing that Kale needs to be reassured that Lily is truly okay.
“My head hurts. So do my sides when I laugh or cough.” She wrinkles her nose and gives Kale a serious look. “But do you wanna know the worst part?”
He swallows hard, but he nods, allowing her to continue.
“The doctor said I had to get stitches for a big cut on my head, and to get to it they had to shave my hair! I’m going to have a bald spot!”
Xavier chuckles and shakes his head. “Lily, baby, the doctor said the rest of your hair will cover that spot. No one will even be able to tell.”
She glares at him then turns back to Kale. “Still. Can you believe it?”
“At least it was just a small part. I remember when your dad and I were in boot camp. I had scruffy hair all the way down to my chin. In the first week, they took a razor to my head and shaved it down to the skin. I was bald all over.”
Her widen as they take in Kale’s hair, which is still pretty short but definitely not shaved down to the skin. “No way! I can’t imagine you without hair. You’d look pretty silly.”
He grins at her, and I see him visibly relax as they start a back and forth banter. Xavier catches my eye and gestures to the hallway, and I nod. He leans over the bed and gives Lily a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m going to head down to the cafeteria to get some coffee. Want anything?”
Lily shakes her head and dismisses him as she goes back to chatting with Kale.
I follow Xavier out into the hall, and we walk in silence as we make our way to the cafeteria. I sit at a nearby table as he gets in line. When he sets a hot tea in front of me, I give him an appreciative smile. Scooting back the chair, he sits across from me.
“When I got the call from Kale about Lily, I felt my whole world crash around me. Just knowing she’d been hit and was lying in the hospital unconscious was enough to set me over the edge, and I probably broke at least ten traffic laws as I was racing to get here. It wasn’t until the doctor told me she was going to be okay that I was able to relax. And then once I saw her with my own eyes, smiling and laughing like nothing had happened, all my fear went away.”
Leaning across the table, I place my hand on his arm. “I can’t imagine what that was like, Xavier. I’m just so glad she’s okay.”
He nods, taking a sip of his hot coffee, and leans back in his chair. “Me too. Here’s the thing. I’ve known Kale for over ten years, ever since we bonded in boot camp. I don’t know what all he’s told you about everything that happened back then…” He pauses, and I shake my head.
“He’s never really talked about it. All I know is he’s Lily’s godfather, and he loves her like she’s his own. Honestly, it’s part of what drew me to him in the first place,” I admit.
He smiles and shakes his head. “Kale keeps a lot of things to himself,” he says, surprising me. The Kale I know seems like an open book, but then again, I know I have things in my past he doesn’t know about. I keep my mouth shut as he continues. “When Lily was just a couple of months old, Angela, her mom, decided Army life and motherhood weren’t for her. Long story short, here I was, a twenty-one-year-old kid with a newborn baby girl and an Army obligation. Kale didn’t hesitate to move in with me to help take care of her. He didn’t bat at an eye at the thought of changing diapers, midnight feedings, or making bottles. He jumped right on in like he was a part of the family. And that’s what he became.”
“I had no idea,” I whisper, and I honestly didn’t. I knew her mom wasn’t in the picture, but I didn’t have a clue that Kale had played such a huge part in her upbringing.
“Like I said, Kale keeps certain things close to his chest. It’s not my place to talk about it, but Kale was going through his own shit at the time, and as much as Lily and I needed him, he needed us, too. So whenever Kale claims that he loves Lily like she’s his own, he means it with his whole heart, and he’s earned that right. I’m telling you all this because I know him, and I know what he’s going to do. I saw it on his face the minute he walked into that hospital room and saw her all bandaged up. He’s going to blame himself, and no matter how many times I tell him I don’t blame him, he won’t listen. No matter how many times you try to reassure him, he still won’t listen. Hell, Lily could tell him herself that it was her fault, not his, but it won’t register for him.”
I nod, knowing he’s probably right.
He places his elbows on the table and gazes at me. “So just do me a favor. Be patient with him. He might be a moody, broody mess for a while, but that’s just how he’ll get over it as he works it out himself. My guess is he’s going to get a little overbearing, probably a lot overprotective over the next couple of months, and you’re probably going to have to just bear with him. I know how much he loves Lily, and she’s not even his own flesh and blood. That little guy?” he says, pausing as he gestures to my stomach. “Kale’s been waitin’ on him for a long damn time, and he’s going to love that kid with every fiber of his being. Hell, he probably already does, and this little scare with Lily is going to have his mind running a thousand miles a minute, picturing every possible scenario where something could go wrong.”
