“How’s your head?” I asked her.
“It hurts,” she said as she looked down. “I’m still really angry with you.”
“And I’m still angry with you.”
Ellery sat up and held her arms out. I handed Julia over to her and she took her and hugged her tight. Then Ellery began to cry. It broke my heart to see her sitting there, holding Julia and crying.
“Baby, don’t,” I whispered.
“You weren’t there. You didn’t hear how that bitch threatened our daughter.”
I sighed as my phone rang. I pulled it from my pocket and saw it was Lou calling.
“Hello, Lou,” I answered as I got up from the bed. “Yeah, tonight will be fine; see you then.”
“What was that about?” Ellery asked.
“Lou’s coming over tonight to discuss the events of today.”
Ellery didn’t say anything. She laid Julia on the bed and got up and walked to the bathroom. After a few moments, I went in to check on her. She was standing in front of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror.
“I have no regrets for what I did today,” she said.
“I don’t want to discuss it any more right now,” I said as I stood in the doorway.
“That’s fine. I just wanted you to know that because, like you, I will not let anyone hurt or destroy my family,” she said as she pushed me out of the way and walked out of the bathroom.
She picked up Julia from the bed and took her downstairs. As I stood there, contemplating what to do next, a text message came through from Cassidy.
“Ellery’s studio is finished if you want to come take a look at it.”
“Thanks, Cassidy, we’ll be right down,” I replied.
Ellery was in the kitchen, heating up a bottle for Julia when I walked down to let her know about her art studio.
“Cassidy just texted me that your art studio is ready. I told her that we’d be right down.”
“Okay,” she said as she held Julia and grabbed her bottle.
We stepped onto the elevator and rode it down to the tenth floor. As we stepped off, Cassidy was standing there with the door open. She took one look at Ellery’s head and instantly became concerned.
“Ellery, what happened?” she asked sympathetically as Ellery handed Julia to her.
“I fell and hit my head. I’m okay.”
We walked inside the apartment, and it was finished to perfection. As Ellery smiled, I could tell she was pleased with the way it turned out.
“Thank you, Cassidy. I love it!” she exclaimed. “I can’t wait to start painting.”
I walked over to Cassidy and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, sis. It’s beautiful. You’ve really outdone yourself.”
“You’re welcome. Now, I have to get going. Ben and I are taking Camden out to dinner.”
“Have fun.” Ellery smiled as she gave her a hug.
I took Julia from her and continued to feed her as Cassidy left the apartment. Ellery stood in front of the easel that held a big blank canvas on it.
“I’ll start this painting tomorrow,” she said.
“Are you happy?”
She looked at me with an angry look and left the apartment without saying a word. I looked down at Julia and sighed.
Chapter 23
Ellery
I walked over to the bar and poured myself a shot of Jack. As I slammed it back, Connor stood there with Julia, staring at me.
“What?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to be drinking when you took a pain pill,” he replied as he put Julia in her swing.
“It’s fine, Connor. One shot isn’t going to kill me.”
“No, but Ashlyn could’ve and you seem to think that’s okay.”
“I’m not listening to you anymore,” I said as I tore up the stairs.
“You never do anyway!” I heard him yell.
As I glanced at the time on my phone, I noticed that Peyton and Henry were going to be over soon. After I changed into more comfortable clothing, I went into the kitchen and took out a bottle of wine. I heard the elevator doors open and Connor greeting Peyton and Henry. When they walked into the kitchen, Henry walked over to me and gave me a light kiss.
“How’s your head?”
“It’s sore, but I’m okay.” I smiled.
I stood there thinking that at least someone cared. Peyton walked over to me and put her arm around me.
“Are you and sexy man still fighting?”
“Yes. God, I’m so mad at him for keeping that from me.”
“I understand, but don’t forget you kept something from him too.”
I rolled my eyes and then flinched at the pain from the stitches. I reached up in the cabinet, grabbed four dinner plates, and then Peyton finished setting up the rest of the table. As the four of us sat down and ate our dinner, Peyton took out the recorder she had earlier. First, she looked at me and then over at Connor.
“Do you want to hear this or not?” she asked him.
“No, actually I don’t,” he replied. “It doesn’t matter what’s on there. You shouldn’t have been there in the first place.”
“Fuck you, Connor,” I said as I got up and threw my plate in the sink and it broke.