Casey had surgery right after Christmas to remove the tumor.
The morning Casey went in for surgery was a hard day for both Evie and Mick.
I know they’ve been through it once before, but I think this time was even harder. Evie put on a brave face, but I could tell she was so afraid. I know her inside out. And I wanted to help her, make her feel better, but all I could do was be there for her, so I that was what I did. I stayed there with them until Casey came out of surgery.
Once Evie knew Casey had come out of surgery okay and that they’d managed to remove a large part of the tumor, she allowed herself to shed a few tears.
But we still have a long road ahead with Casey undergoing chemotherapy at the moment.
I know the hospital bills are racking up, and Evie is working as many hours as she can while still going to school.
I just wish she would let me help her financially.
I considered just going to Mick and offering him the money, but when I said that to Max, he said it wouldn’t be a good idea. Evie might feel like I had gone behind her back.
So, I didn’t do it.
All I can do for her is try to make her happy, and I want to give her the best birthday I can.
I glance over at the easel and pencil set I bought her for her birthday. I set it up in the corner over by the other window, so she can come up here and sketch whenever she wants.
I can’t wait to sit and watch her sketch on it. Seriously, there is nothing hotter than watching Evie draw.
“I love this song.”
I turn at the sound of Evie’s voice.
Holy fuck.
Actually, I take that back. There is nothing hotter than the way Evie looks right now.
She’s wearing a pale pink nightgown that stops just a few inches down her thighs. A silky-looking bow that I can’t wait to untie sits below her tits. And the material covering those beauties is lace. I can see her nipples poking through.
She is the hottest thing I have ever seen.
I’ve seen Evie in a bikini before. I’ve seen her naked when we fool around, which is often. But this, her, now—holy fucking shit.
She looks stunning.
I clear my throat. “I know. That’s why I put it on. I really like your nightgown by the way.”
“It’s a baby-doll nightie,” she corrects me with a smile.
“Well, I really fucking like your baby-doll nightie.” I grin as I start to walk toward her, a prowl in my step, even though my insides are trembling like mad.
Evie looks so much more confident than I feel.
You’d think I was the virgin out of the two of us with the way I’m behaving.
Reaching her, I link my fingers with hers, and that’s when I feel the tremble in her hand.
“Babe, we don’t have to do this tonight.” I tuck her hair behind her ear with my free hand.
“No, I don’t want to wait anymore. I want this with you—tonight.” Her voice sounds so sure, but I can feel the nerves in her body.
“I want this, too,” I tell her. I dip my head and softly kiss her just once.
I lead her by the hand over to my bed, stopping when we’re beside it.
“You have a lot of clothes on,” she says, fingers tugging on my shirt button.
“I didn’t know you’d be wearing so little,” I tease, grinning.
“Do you like it? I bought it especially for tonight…for you.”
Staring into her eyes, I say, “I like it a lot.”
She smiles at me, and it punches me straight in the chest, like all of her smiles do.
She reaches up on her tiptoes and kisses me. Her fingers thread into my hair as I take over the kiss, tilting her head back with my hands, I part her lips with mine. I slip my tongue into her mouth, and she moans softly.
The sound travels straight to my cock.
Her hands move from my hair to my shirt, and she starts unbuttoning it. My hands slip under her nightie to her ass, and I find it bare.
I break from the kiss. I lift the material, peeking over her shoulder and down at her ass.
“No panties?” I grin, looking back to her face.
Her cheeks redden a little. Then, she shrugs and says, “I didn’t see the point.”