Joe glanced up from the screen, and smiled at Cara. “I just tweeted.”
She couldn’t tell if it was the grin on his face or the mere fact that Joe actually composed a tweet, but she burst out laughing.
“He doesn’t have any followers though.” Sam pointed out, holding back her laughter.
“So you popped his cherry and no one will ever know.” Nick said amused, and Cara laughed harder.
“Do you do the twitter Cara?” Joe asked as he moved his glasses further on top of his nose. “If so, friend me or follow me? Which is it?” He looked at Sam, for help.
“Follow. See how you’re following Derek Jeter, and all his tweets show up in your timeline? If someone follows you they will see everything you tweet on theirs.”
Joe nodded, and then looked up at Cara, shrugging, giving her the I-have-no-idea-what-the-girls-talking-about look.
“I’m sorry Joe, but I don’t tweet.” She winked at him and sat in a chair beside Luke.
“Would you like some coffee?” He asked her.
“I’ve got it. Thanks.” She said, leaning over the coffee table, and fixing one of the empty cups that Nick had brought them. Since the day she had found out about Jake, things were a bit strained between her and Luke. Not that anyone would be able to notice, but she did and she was sure he did too. She didn’t like that he thought he could dismiss her, and keep her in the dark about Jake’s illness. It didn’t matter to her whether it had been his idea or Jake’s, she thought they had an understanding that night at the track, she thought they were together on getting Jake well. Clearly, she had misread their understanding.
She sat back against the chair and took a long sip of the coffee.
“How is he doing?” Nick said, leaning forward, and glancing at her across Luke.
“He’s good, just exhausted.” She smiled at him. “Thanks for the coffee.”
Nick smiled in return, and fingered his shirt. “Thanks for the shirt. Hey, I stopped by my apartment and saw Rudy. He told me to let you know that he covered your shifts for the rest of the week.”
Sam looked up as Nick spoke. ‘Cara between all of us, he won’t be alone so if you have to go to work, don’t worry.”
“I know that, I just wanted to be with him this week. I mean none of us really know how his body is going to react.” Cara said as she took another sip of her coffee.
“My son’s a lucky man.” Joe said, pausing from his Twitter tutorial to sing Cara’s praise. He winked at her and then looked back at his phone. “Don’t tell your mother, but I just followed Sports Illustrated.” He said and nudged Sam.
“You did what?” They all turned at the sound of Deb’s voice. Her eyes were firmly planted on her husbands.
“How’s the boy?” He said, dodging her interrogation.
“He’s awake; Dr. Capernick said we could all go in. He’s doing excellent so far.”
They all rose quickly to their feet, and shuffled their feet to see who would make it to Jake’s room first. When the doctor opened the door, the lot of them basically fell through the open door.
“Well, looks like your team is here.” Dr. Capernick said before looking over his shoulder and smiling at Jake.
Jake smiled, still obviously groggy. “Hey guys.”
The doctor stepped back and allowed them all to file into his room. “His vitals are good, and we’ve finished administering his first dose. We’ll continue to monitor him for a few days before he goes home.
Cara smiled as she made her way to his bedside. He reached for her hand and squeezed it.
“I’m proud of you.” She said reassuringly and kissed his hand.
“Thank you so much doctor.” Deb said. “You’re taking such good care of our boy.”
“He’s surprisingly a good patient. I’ll give you guys some time.” He said before seeing himself out of the room.
“How do you feel?” Sam asked as she leaned down and kissed his cheek.
“Like a million bucks.” Jake quipped, but he obviously didn’t. His voice was tired and he looked awfully drained.
“Guess what?” She tried to sound hyped. “Dad’s got Twitter.”
Jake laughed and his eyes roamed the room to his fathers. “Really?”
“Yeah, but no one follows me.” Joe cracked, pulling up a chair and taking a seat.
Jake looked over at Nick. “Thanks for coming, man.”
“Are you kidding me? Where else would I be?” He brought his finger to his lips, signaling everyone to not give him up, as he moved behind Sam and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Especially with your sister camped out here.” He nuzzled her hair, and she jumped so quickly.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She spat, removing his hands from her waist.
“What kind of shampoo do you use?” He said, savoring the scent.
“None of your business. Take a hike.” She flipped her hair in his face and he held his heart, cracking a smile over her shoulder at Jake.
“Cut the guy some slack, Sam.” Jake said, closing his eyes briefly. “One day he’ll stop teasing you and you’re going to miss it.”