Easy to Love You (Love #2)(11)
Author: Megan Smith

Around nine the next morning, my mom, Mason and Hailey came for a visit. When they walked in my mom started crying and ran to hug me, Mason had the biggest smile on his face and Hailey squealed and threw her arms around Mason.

“How come no one called us?” My mom asked when she finally started calming down.

“I asked the nurse not to. It was the middle of the night; I knew you guys would all be here soon.”

“So Hunter doesn’t know yet?” Mason asked, still holding Hailey.

“No. The nurse said the baby is being released so he went home to get everything ready.”

I looked over at Hailey and lifted my arms so she would come and give me a hug. I knew she was waiting. “Have you seen him yet Kenz? He looks like you.” I was still squeezing her with my good arm. I didn’t want to let go.

I gave one last squeeze then released her, “No I haven’t yet. I wanted to wait for Hunter.” I lied, I could have seen him. Lynn had said she could get him from the nursery for me, I said the same thing to her then that I just did to Hailey.

She shrugged her shoulders, not thinking anything of it, “Yeah I think I’d want to wait too.”

I filled them in on what I remembered from the crash and the CAT scan that I’d had, and told them I was waiting to hear from the doctor again on the results. They didn’t want to stay long in case Hunter showed up, so they said their goodbyes and promised they would be back after dinner.

Later in the afternoon Lynn came wheeling the bassinet in my room. “Someone is hungry, Mom.” She said, smiling at me.

Damn, I’m not ready for this. “I really want to wait for Hunter if that’s ok.”

She reached in and grabbed my son who was all bundled up in blankets with a hat on his head.

I heard the rattle of the handle before the door opened. My chest tightened at the sight of Hunter, he’s so intoxicating, tantalizing. “Hey handsome.” I managed before I burst into tears.

CC was sitting up in bed; Lynn was standing right next to her holding our son. I just stood there blinking.

“Hey, handsome.” she said. They were the first words out of her mouth in eight days, not that I was counting or anything.

I looked between her and Lynn, my mind racing. “How come no one called me?” I asked Lynn.

Lynn glanced down at CC, “I was requested not to. Someone said you needed your rest.”

Finally, feeling like I could move and not wake up in a bad dream, I walked over to CC and kissed her forehead. As soon as my lips connected with her skin, I felt her start to shake.

I pulled back and cupped her face with my hands, careful of the still healing scar on her forehead, and wiped her tears away. “I love you. I love you so f**king much.” I bent down and captured her lips with mine.

Someone cleared their throat, damn it, I’d forgotten that Lynn was in the room. CC giggled, God I missed that sound. “How’s Chaos doing?” I asked Lynn.

CC snorted, “Chaos?” Then reached for the tissue I was offering her.

I shrugged my shoulders, coming around the other side of her bed to take him from Lynn, “Coop named him Chaos this morning. I like it.”

Lynn held the baby out for me to take and excused herself, saying she had rounds to make and would be back later.

“She likes you.”

I rolled my eyes, “How would you know? You just woke up.”

She smiled, “I know.”

I shook my head and sat at the end of her bed, making sure to be careful of her broken ankle. “So, how are you feeling?”

“Besides a killer headache and a throbbing wrist and ankle,” she shrugged, “I feel fine. The doctors sent me for a CAT scan; I’m waiting for the results.”

I got the chills thinking back to the night she had the seizure. “You gave us quite a scare you know. I thought I’d lost you.”

She looked over at the tray next to her bed and grabbed a tissue. Then she covered her face and started sobbing. I stood up and went to the baby’s bassinet, kissed his head and laid him down. I walked over to CC and grabbed her hand away from her face; even with bloodshot eyes and blotchy cheeks she was gorgeous.

She looked up at me with glassy eyes, “I’m sorry. I was being so careful.”

“I know baby. No one is blaming you. If anyone is to blame here it’s me, I should have come to pick you up.”

There was so much pain and hurt in her eyes, she was breaking my heart. “You’re beautiful in this,” I turned my head to look at Chaos, “perfect disaster.”

Finally, a real smile that touched her eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you.” I kissed her until we were both breathless.

“Did you see Hailey before you came up here?” she asked.

She tried to scoot over but winced when she did. I frowned and bent to gently scoop her up and slide her over. “Thanks babe.”

I winked at her, “Yeah I saw Hailey, why?”

“Did she give you the diaper bag?”

I looked over to the door, where I dropped the bag when I came in. “Do you want it?” I had no clue what she would need in there. It’s not like she could dress Chaos with her hand still in a cast.

“Yes please.”

I grabbed the bag and put it next to her on the bed. I was eyeing her suspiciously. “What do you need in there?”

“I need to get out of this shitty ass gown. I told her to grab a few things for me.” She was fumbling around in the bag trying to find what Hailey packed.

“That explains what was wrong with Mason and Hailey. They go from wanting to kill each other, to practically ha**ng s*x right in front of me. And that is something I don’t want to see.” I shivered.

CC put her head back and took a few deep breaths. “CC, what’s wrong?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, “I have a splitting headache. Can you look in there for my stuff?”

I emptied the baby things onto the dresser and began removing CC’s. Hailey had packed shit I hadn’t even thought about, I knew I put up with her for a reason. While I was laying stuff out on the bed Chaos started fussing. It sounded like a hungry cry to me.

“Do you know when he last ate?” I asked CC while she lay there with her eyes still squeezed shut.

“No, but that’s why Lynn was in here.” She lifted her head up and looked over at her son.

“Do you want to feed him?”

“Umm,” she grabbed the hairbrush and started playing with the handle, “no, you can do it.”