Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
A discussion.
Theory.
Not once did I ever believe it would be an actual possibility.
Post providing her with the requested information along with verifying that Jessie and my entire personal security team are on the approved list, we receive our sticker badges and are sent to the very end of the hall where he’s currently located.
We politely maneuver around the brightly scrub covered male staff in our path until we arrive at my son’s ocean-themed room where it appears as though all of the nurses assigned to floor, a couple of assistants, and what I imagine to be his doctor responsible for his care are gathered around his bedside, giggling uncontrollably.
At least they’re not bawling or having to hold him down because he is.
“Nooooo,” Wy’s tiny hand waves at the black haired, Hispanic woman closest to him, “you miss atennnn…”
She girlishly snickers and tilts her head to the side. “You sure?”
He immediately gives her an overconfident nod.
The woman lightly laughs again, puckers her lips, and blows him an air kiss prompting him to frantically wiggle his frame around. He theatrically lifts his band aid bombarded arm in the air and pretends like he’s going to fall out of his bed only to be magically saved by the kiss landing gently on his elbow.
“Fuuuuu,” sighs my bowtie wearing mini.
“Did it work that time?” asks the female who isn’t even bothering to hide her toothy grin.
“Uhhuh.” Wy’s mischievous smirk he inherited from his mom spreads from ear to ear as he arrogantly nods again. “Ouchie alllll bedder.”
The women in the room giggle even louder, leaving me no choice but to shake my head in bewilderment.
I ran some odd amount of blocks, through garbage and sewage in the middle of the hottest part of the day thinking my poor kid was suffering unimaginable agony with broken bones and bruised appendages while crying out for his parents to be at his side when in reality he’s just flirting his ass off with the entire pediatric staff?
Relief and disbelief battle for the right to claim my stiff shoulders, sparking a second headshake out me.
“He’s quite the little charmer,” Clark unexpectedly says from over my shoulder. “I stepped out of the room for all of two minutes to use the bathroom while the doctor checked his vitals and come back to see what appears to be every woman in this wing of the hospital fawning over him.”
I angle my face just enough to meet his stare. “We both know he gets that from Bryn.”
“Her charm. Your style.”
“Ohhhhh and his little bowtie is tooooo cute!” squeaks one of the younger females.
“Except I hate ties,” is mumbled under my breath.
“It cookdid,” Wy slyly announces with a wave to the object.
“Awww,” she instantly coos, “want me to fix it for you, sir?”
He arrogantly grins to himself prior to purring, “Pweaseeee?”
Alright.
I do pull that move on his mom.
Often.
Guess I didn’t realize he was watching.
And now I’m hoping that’s where he stops watching because what I tend to negotiate next is not something he should be exposed to at his age.
While she straightens the article, he directs his attention to the brunette at the foot of his bed. “More an-aids?”
“You already have so many,” she sweetly criticizes. “I think you’re good.”
“Good be bedder…”
“That’s Bryn,” I whisper the observation to the crowd near me.
“One more?” Wy’s big blue eyes suddenly take on a softer shade in tandem with his tone growing gentler. “Only meed one more to be alllll bedder forebberrrr.”
“Forever?” she coos at him and gives his Chuck covered toes a wiggle. “Forever, ever? Then you won’t need me to come back.”
“You can alwaves come back to me.”
“Fuck,” absentmindedly tumbles out of my mouth just above a whisper, “that’s me.”
“The kid is both of you,” Holmes lightly chuckles. “It’s almost scary.”
“Nah,” Jessie warmly insists. “That’s how it should be.”
“Ohmygod,” the nurse swoons too loudly, “you are so cute!” A band-aid is swiftly retrieved from the box in her clutches. “Where should we put this one?”
His victorious smile spurs me to shake my head for what I doubt will be the last time while we’re occupying this room.
Gordonhavemercy, he looks just like me after I close a deal.
How is this even possible?!
My son tapping his kneecap right above his sock precedes him trying to wink.
The all-woman filled crowd goes wild at the action, which is when I find myself needing to intervene.
We’ve created a monster.
An adorable, pint-sized, hard to resist hustler that I have no doubt will add to the clout of the Wilcox name someday.
Warmth that he’s not only alive but also seemingly well leads to me grinning wide. “Mr. Wyland.”
“Dad!!!” He joyfully cheers prior to explaining my presence to his adoring fans, “Dat’s Dad. Dad here.”
“Hey, Little Hero.” I stroll further into the room with the rest of my family. “How do you feel?”