I don’t know what I would do if I lost him. If we lost him.
“I’m going to make sure he talks to me today. I’ve been trying so hard to stay up and wait for him to come home, but my body always wins the fight and I’m passed out long before he comes home. I set my alarm on my phone to go off every hour, and I don’t care if I have to do it all night—I will be awake when he gets home. If he’s asleep when it goes off, I’m going to wake him up and demand answers.”
“Hell yeah!” Melissa cheers.
“If you need anything, promise you’ll call?” Izzy asks.
“I’ll call, but I won’t need anything other than my man to talk to me.”
She smiles sweetly at me and goes to pull herself off the floor. Her stomach is just now starting to show signs of her pregnancy.
“I’m going to head home. Nate hasn’t been sleeping well at night, so I told Axel that we needed to have an early dinner and get him down before his normal bedtime. I hope that works. You let me know if you need anything, Chelcie.” She leans in and gives me a hug.
I give Nate a big hug, laughing when he kisses my stomach and warns me to “bez car full.”
“Such an alpha baby,” Dee mumbles.
“I’m going to head out too,” Melissa says. “Greg has Cohen down at the office, and the last time I let him stay all day, he was up all night fighting the bad guys. I swear, one day, that boy is going to turn into a carbon copy of Greg.” She gathers up the babies’ blankets off the floor, stuffs some of her diaper items back in the diaper bag, and snaps both girls into their car carriers.
“Do you need help down?” I ask.
“Nope. I’ve got this down to a science now. And like I would let your pregnant ass lift these heavy things. No freaking way. Later, Dee. Chelcie, I’m here if you need me, okay?”
I nod, standing to give her a hug before walking her to the door.
Once I come back to the living room, I don’t even waste any time. “Well, spit it out, Dee. I know you’re over there thinking all sorts of crazy shit.”
“What if this isn’t about the letter? What if he’s having second thoughts? I hate saying it, Chelc… Hell, I hate thinking it. This whole thing is crazy complicated between you, and I just don’t want to see you hurt. Maybe the letter is nothing? Maybe he’s just… God, I don’t know,” she sighs.
One thing that annoys me about Dee is when she lets her own insecurities about men in general pass on to others. I recognize where she’s coming from. You don’t just turn that stuff off—a pain that has been a part of you for your whole life—but that doesn’t give her a right to place that bullshit on Asher’s shoulders.
“Dee,” I warn.
“I know—I’m sorry. I just… Shit. I just worry about you.” She shrugs her shoulders and sinks back against the couch.
“Okay, Dee. I appreciate where you’re coming from, but let me tell you right now that if you ever insult the man I love like that again, I won’t be responsible for what I do.” Her eyes widen, but I keep going. “He has done nothing to deserve that shit you just spewed all over the place. He’s had a hard time, but you know that any one of us would have felt the same pain he did when Coop died. Yeah, I know how our situation is complicated, but that’s just it, Dee. It’s our situation. It’s brought us together. This baby, this very loved baby of ours, is our miracle. We don’t look at it as a complication. I can assure you that he loves this baby because it’s part of me. Yes, he loves this baby because he’s a part of his brother too—but that by no stretch of the imagination means that he is transferring his feelings for the baby into some confused love.”
I take a deep breath, never letting my eyes leave her shocked ones. I have never talked to her like this, but I’m not going to stand here in the middle of my own personal shit storm and let her throw Asher in the ‘bad guy’ category.
“We all have that person, Dee. Beck is yours. Axel is Izzy’s. Melissa’s is Greg. Hell, Emmy’s is Maddox. Every. Single. One. Of. Us. We have that person who makes us complete. He is my person.”
“You have been watching too much Grey’s Anatomy,” she says under her breath.
“Dee! Did you even fucking hear me? He’s my person! He would never doubt our relationship or me. What is complicated to you is our perfect. We took the lemons life threw at us and started a lemonade-making factory. This, this love that you’re questioning—this love is perfect.”
My chest is heaving. God, it felt good to get that all out. I won’t even lie—when I was on day five without seeing him, I let the same doubts filter through my mind until I realized how ridiculous I was being. Asher would never give up on me.