LOGINHunter's POVI've been trying to keep Tinsley entertained while taking care of her Mommy and her nanny. She's been chirping my ear off."Ce-Ce pway wif bwocks, Hunty?" She asked handing me one of her precious yellow blocks."Sorry, Tisny, Chelsea is sick," I sigh dramatically for her."Mommy pway wif bwocks, Hunty?" she tried again, handing me a red block."Sorry, baby girl. Mommy is sick too," I sigh again, adding the red block to the tower for her."See Mommy?" she pouted.I knew she'd been missing Sandra and I didn't think I'd be able to keep her away for much longer. To be honest, I didn't think it was fair to keep Tinsley away from her mother, but I'm trying to keep her from getting sick, and Sandy from stressing.Sandra has been getting better... sort of. She's awake more and she's been taking the medicine Dr. Sanders gave her. She should be fine and on her feet in another day or two. She won't be completely better and ready for work for another week.But it's Chelsea I'm really
He came in and gave me medicine? I don't even remember that! Then again, my head is pretty woozy, I'm not surprised I don't remember much after he left me to rest.I think he notices my panic, because he pulls me into his lap and places a soft kiss on my cheek. "How about you eat some soup, then I can grab you the other medicine, and you can go back to sleep?" he suggests. "I can even get you the nighttime stuff if you want."I just nod my head. That actually sounds like a pretty good plan. My only plan was to lay here, starving to death while I tried to get some more rest.He pulls the bowl in front of me and clumsily I feed myself, completely ignoring the device on my bed stirring up a storm of angry unread texts. If I don't see it, it's not there, right? I'm pretty sure those are toddler rules, but I'm going to swear that's how it works for the rest of the universe too!Finally, Hunter's had enough and he grabs the phone and opens up the text thread from Evan, and then he actually
Chelsea's POVMy head is groggy. I feel like I've got my head stuffed in a barrel full of cotton. My head is slightly spinny, and I'm not sure I want to open my eyes to check my surroundings. I might fall while I'm still on the bed!I'm not sure what woke me up. Something disturbed me for my nap, and I'm not sure I'm happy about it. From the way my head is aching, I clearly have not had enough of a nap.I'm trying to remember... anything.I remember waking up and making eggs... I remember talking to Hunter... I remember going to the park... And then a kiss that set my world on fire.Then... nothing.Maybe I need to ignore whatever the hell the thing was that woke me up and go back to sleep so I can remember better... My stomach grumbles. Didn't I just have lunch? Actually, I don't remember having lunch...I blink my bleary eyes at the clock, and I'm confused. Is it already 1 pm? How the hell did I sleep so long, and why didn't anyone wake me? I'm pretty sure Hunter could've taken care
"I'm sorry; I don't understand," I finally admit.She gives me a sad little smile. "He thinks I'm fat," the words land square in my gut and I suddenly want to go on a rampage and smash his face with a jackhammer! "He thinks I need to cut my calorie intake," she mumbles looking at her eggs like they had betrayed her."Chels, I don't know what the hell he's thinking, but you are not fat!" I state firmly. "You're fucking gorgeous, and if he can't see that then maybe he doesn't deserve you!"She chuckles in a self-deprecating way that I hate. "Try telling him that! I don't understand why he keeps trying to change me. It's never going to work."I reach out and grab her hand that had been moving her food around on her plate with her fork, tugging to gain her attention. "Chelsea, if he can't see how beautiful you are, then that is on him. He shouldn't be trying to change you at all! Please tell me you left him!""Well," she blushes. "You called me, and I came. He wasn't happy about it, but I
Hunter's POVLast night was hell. I finally got some sleep, but I kept waking up, worried something was going to go wrong. I know no one woke up while I was sleeping, I would've been able to hear it. It was just the anxiety building inside me.I finally got out of bed when a 25-pound torpedo jumped on my back. She giggled and started placing sloppy kisses on my scruffy cheek. "Hunty... Wake up?" she giggles.My eyes crack open and notice the sun breaking through my shades. What time is it? But I don't complain, just roll over and toss the little munchkin in the air before catching her again."Tinsy, baby. You're awake," I chuckle."Hungy," she smiled at me."Okay, sweetie. Uncle Hunter will make you something for breakfast," I smiled.I picked up the little rugrat and carried her into the kitchen where I was shocked to see Chelsea making omelets and toast. She'd set out some orange juice on the table, along with some toast and jam and some chopped fruit."Hey," I say, coming up behind
"I'm so cold," she chatters through her teeth, wrapping her arms around her. She's already got multiple blankets wrapped around her and it still doesn't seem to be helping right now.I've got another idea. It's worked for me before, and I'm hoping it will work for my sister."Would you like a hot shower?" I ask, trying to figure out how to get her warmer. Maybe the steam and water will penetrate the chills taking over her body.She looks up at me with bleary eyes and nods her head. "Yeah, that sounds good!" She gives me a soft smile. "I think that might work."I get up and rush to the attached bathroom and start the shower. I grab a few towels and put them on the warming rack. When it's getting steamy, I hurry out to my sister. "It's ready," I whisper."Thanks," she sighs tiredly.I see the half empty bowl for the soup Chelsea brought in earlier. "You done?" I ask, motioning to the bowl."Yeah," she says with a soft smile. "She's a good cook. Makes a good addition to our home," she sa
Luke's POVIt didn't take longer than a half hour to have Tinsley all fixed up and moved to a room where her mother and uncle waited by her bedside for her to wake up.Now that the emergency is over, I can go home and finish what we started... Or if she needs it, I can just hold her while she sleep
Right now, I'd give my broken arm just to take a damn shower and wash all of this away. But I know I can't.I shuffle my way along the wall back to the bed, trying to make sense of what is going on in my life right now. And yet, I'm coming up blank. He said he was set up.I don't know if he's telli
Eve's POVI groan at a sharp pain in my elbow. Why the hell am I getting a needle pulled out of my arm again? I don't remember falling asleep, but that sure as hell woke me up.I blink my eyes open and look up at Dr. Layton. He looks like he's packing up his stuff. That has to be a good thing, righ
Well, I am being held up too! But I don't say it. "I'll be there as soon as I can," I growl and hang up. This is the fucking last thing I want to do tonight. I'd already told everyone I was going home! No one said a damn word.I grab a new pair of clothes and rush to put them on. I can't wear clothe







