Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Tate places her carefully in my arms and then runs his hand over the top of her head, smoothing her wild hair. "I'm not sure what you aren't getting, angel," he says, tipping my head back until our gazes tangle. "She might be your niece, but you're both mine." He leans down, pressing his lips to mine in a hard kiss. "Cuddle our girl. I'll be right back."
When he straightens, I see Daisy standing in the doorway, watching us. My stomach flutters with nerves at being caught, but she just smiles at us.
"Take care of my girls for me," he orders her, winking on his way out the door.
"Yes, sir," she says, laughing quietly.
I bury my face in Scout's hair, trying to hide my flaming cheeks. I'm not sure what the rules are about doctors dating the family members of patients, but I'm sure they probably have a few of them. I'm also guessing Tate doesn't give a crap about them. No one tells him what to do. It's one of the things I love about him.
Crap, I love him. So damn much.
Should I tell him? I should, shouldn't I? He deserves to know that, regardless of what happens tomorrow, I love him. Not because of what happens in the operating room tomorrow but because of who he is. Because it's impossible not to love him. I know because I tried so hard not to fall for him. But I'm tired of being afraid.
This crazy, amazing man chose me, and I'm choosing him back. If he's all in, then I am too. No matter what happens tomorrow, I want him to know that my heart belongs to him.
"His girls, huh?" Daisy shoots me a grin, one brow arched in question.
"Um…" I dart a worried glance around. "Can he get in any trouble for this?"
"Honestly?" Daisy shrugs. "I'm sure there are those who would say it's unethical, but everyone here loves Dr. Grimes. If you two are happy, we're happy for you. You won't hear any complaints from us. Happiness can be fleeting in a place like this. We take it where it comes."
"Thanks," I whisper, relaxing as that fear eases. I know eventually being with him will mean finding a new doctor for Scout. He can't be ours and be her surgeon forever. But for tomorrow, at least, there's no one else I trust more than I do him.
I relax into the seat, cuddling Scout close as Daisy bustles around, changing out her sheets. My eyes drift closed. I focus on Scout's breathing, on the steady rise and fall off her little chest against mine.
Watch over her tomorrow, Siobhan, I pray. Keep her safe one more time.
"Hey," Tate says a few minutes later.
My eyes flutter open.
"Oh my gosh," I gasp, staring in shock. Troian and Gage fill the doorway behind Tate. Daisy's seated at her desk outside the door. Gage has his arm around his curvy wife. They're both smiling at me. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Tate thought you could use some company tomorrow," Troian says, squeezing past him into the room. She hurries to my side, leaning down to hug me with one arm. "She's beautiful, Samara."
"I'm so glad you're here," I say, my voice thick with emotion.
"Of course we're here," she whispers back. "You're my best friend. Where else would I be?"
"So this is Miss Scout," Gage says when Troian steps back. He leans down to kiss me on the cheek. "How are you holding up, sweetheart? Is this jackal being good to you?"
"So good," I whisper, meeting Tate’s warm gaze over his head. He grins at me, his expression soft.
"Good," Gage says, winking at me. "Troian would be pissed if she had to bail me out of jail for punching him in the face tonight."
"I already told you I wouldn't bail you out," Troian says, scrunching up her face at him. "You'll just have to stay there while Scout and I hang out tonight."
"You and Scout?" I blink at her.
She just smiles a mysterious smile.
"She and Gage are going to stay with Scout tonight, angel," Tate says, stepping deeper into the room. His gaze tangles with mine. "I know you won't sleep without someone here."
"Oh." My heart flutters wildly again. "I was going to stay."
"No can do," Troian says, her voice firm. "You're going back to Tate’s tonight. You're sleeping in a real bed. You can stay with her tomorrow after her surgery. Tonight, Gage and I will watch over her for you."
"I…thank you," I whisper, a lump rising in my throat. I was wrong earlier. Scout isn't all I have left. Not even close. Right now, I'm pretty sure I have almost everything.
Chapter Seven
Tate
"You're awful quiet," I say, watching Samara as she wanders aimlessly around the penthouse. She picks up a vase and then sets it down before moving to the bookcase. Her fingers trail along the spines of a row of books. Her mind is a million miles away.