Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Thanks, Doc.” This comes from Graham. I stand up to help Logan off the table. Graham, being a man of many talents, holds the papers from the doctor and is already there to help Logan, then we’re walking out like we’re one big happy family. And the way Graham lifted him in his arms, carrying my son like he’s his own, melts that ice around my heart by the minute.
Chapter 6
Graham
Logan didn’t hang like he usually would. Which I figured would happen. Faith’s eyes were on alert and watching for any signs of him getting worse. Hell, so was I, worried like fuck something could go wrong with him.
The best thing I did was stop to get the makings for banana splits at the grocery store, as well as some food for dinner. We all had a plate of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans shortly after Logan and I added a few more pieces to his buildings, then it was ice cream time. That’s when things settled down. Between those times, Faith would lock eyes with me, watching how I spent time with Logan, giving him my undivided attention. My phone thankfully not ringing off the hook helped out tremendously.
“Thanks, Graham,” Faith says after Logan demanded I read him his bedtime story this time around with his mom snuggling in beside him.
“Not needed. Glad I was there to help you guys out. Come, take a load off and let’s figure out what you’re going to do now that Logan’s basically staying home from school even longer.” She’s still wearing the blood-stained shirt, not having bothered to change or shower when we got home. Instead spending every minute with Logan.
“God, I haven’t even thought that far in advance. I’m going to have to take unpaid leave,” she admits.
“Nah, I’ll come over here in the morning, hang with him for the day. I wasn’t kidding about taking some much-needed time off. I would rather do it hanging out with Logan than working on the house alone.” I kick my feet up and on the coffee table, hoping Faith will get the hint that I’m not leaving anytime soon.
“Are you sure, Graham? That’s a lot to offer for a whole lot of nothing.” If she were settled in there becoming an us, and soon, I’d tease her with several things I want from her. We’re not at that point, though.
“Without a doubt. Why don’t you go relax for a few minutes. I’ll stay here in case Logan wakes up, then head home. You tell me what time you need to be at work, and I’ll be here in the morning. Just make sure you leave me his booster seat just in case. Once he’s better, I may take him to my office and give him a grand tour.” Logan’s only been in the main area where the secretary sits. Something tells me he wouldn’t mind looking at the inner workings of it, and his mind would be blown away.
“You can leave. I have baby monitors I’m probably going to pull out for the night. If his bed were big enough and he didn’t spin around in circles in his sleep, I’d be sleeping with him.”
“Take a shower first, without worrying. Then you can pull them out, or if you want, I’ll carry him to your bed if you’d rather.” It’s hard to tell a strong independent woman what to do. Fuck, I’ve tried to do that with Faith before, and she shut down.
“Fine, I don’t think you’ll give it a rest until I do. Plus, I kind of smell.” She laughs but does as I suggest.
“Not sure you could ever stink. A hot shower and some time to yourself will help. I’ll sit in his room while you relax.” I stand up from the couch and make my way towards her while she’s standing in the middle of the room wringing her fingers.
“I don’t think you’ll stop until I do.” A foot is all that separates us. Not liking that a bit, I move closer.
“You’re right about that.” My arms move around her, pulling her to me, holding her, and when I feel her body slacken, I know she needed this hug more than ever. I hold her, not just because she needs it, but because here wrapped in the shelter in my arms is where I always want Faith and Logan to be.
Chapter 7
Faith
“Dear God, forgive me for I have sinned,” I say out loud to the kitchen. After last night, the meaning of this sinning, well, thankfully, it happened in the comfort of my bed. Though, if Graham had taken things one step further last night, I would have let him without any hesitation. He was true to his word and stayed in Logan’s room while I took a shower, suffering mom guilt for enjoying the time to wash my hair, twice, shave my legs, and then let the water pour over my beat-up body until it ran cold. That’s not what I’m asking forgiveness for, no, that would be because of Graham kissing me senseless, his thumb gliding over my fevered skin at the base of my neck, and then me being even more reckless after he left.