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His mouth made an O shape. “Your mom!”
“Would you like that?”
“So, so much. Come on.” He pulled my arm, and I laughed as I was manhandled by a ten-year-old.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Easton
I blinked open my eyes and immediately knew I was in my room. The ceiling pattern was a dead giveaway.
I concentrated on the sounds around me. There was the rumbling of voices that were likely coming from the kitchen directly below me, so I wasn’t alone.
The bedside lamp was on and no sunlight was peeking through, so maybe it was nighttime?
What day was it? My stomach. I placed my hand to where I’d been stabbed, and it was tender but bearable.
Milo…Tru! I jackknifed up only to feel a hand on my shoulder.
“Calm yourself.” Daisy sat beside me, a book she’d been reading tumbling to the floor.
“Milo, Tru, Finch.”
She nodded. “Breathe, Easton. I’ll answer all your questions. You’re alive and healing but let’s not test the fates, okay?”
Admittedly I didn’t have the energy, and when she eased me back down, I went.
“Can you help me sit up?”
Daisy stacked some pillows behind me and helped me get comfortable. Just that amount of activity had me sweating, and I was grateful when she handed me a glass of water.
“Thanks.”
“Now, you have a million questions. I have answers, but I promised two kiddos they could see their dad as soon as he woke up.”
There wasn’t a chance I was going to argue with her on that. I needed to see Tru’s and Milo’s faces.
“Please.”
After she left, I ran my fingers through my hair, grabbed a tissue beside the bed, and wiped any sweat that still lingered.
“Dad!” Milo was the first one to come barreling into the room, followed by a much more sedate Tru.
“Don’t jump on him,” Daisy shouted just before he was indeed going to pile-drive me.
“Sorry.” He crawled up instead, stopping beside me and resting his head on my shoulder. “I was worried about you.”
“I’m fine, Buddy.” I patted the side of his head and looked at my daughter. “How are you doing, Tru-bug?”
She shrugged, and I could see she was trying not to cry. “I was scared.”
“I know.” I opened my other arm, since Milo was lying on my left one, and she slid right in.
“You’re a wonderful father, Easton.” From above Tru’s head I saw Calantha, Finch’s mother. Her hair was still sage, but she obviously had some sort of glamour on. Even like this, you could see the similarities to Finch.
“Thank you, and thank you for all you did for us.”
“It was an honor. My children mean everything to me. As you can see, I’d start wars for them.”
