Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)

“Nothing. I’m fine. I just tried to move and forgot about my stomach. He just overreacted…a little,” I say and begin to laugh, but it only makes it hurt worse.

“Real funny, Emmy. I’ve had a hell of a day. You’ll have to forgive my overreaction,” he says sarcastically and half pissed off.

“There’s my man! I recognize that asshole.” I smile, and he just shakes his head but finally chuckles too. He walks over to resume his spot next to my head, grabbing my hand and pulling it to his mouth.

“Okay, well, let’s see what we can do about getting you some more pain medication and, after that, maybe get you in a wheelchair and down to see that handsome fella of yours.”

“That would be great,” I respond, and Caleb mumbles something about Jesse’s muffins. “Let me see the rest of those pictures.” I turn to Caleb as the nurse walks out of the room.

He pulls out…Sarah’s phone?

“Hey, how’d you end up with that?” I ask.

“Sarah went back with me to see Collin.”

My eye brows lift in shock. “Wow, that’s a big step for you.”

“She was actually the first one to hold him.” He floors me once again.

“Oh God. I died, didn’t I?”

“Ha. Ha. Smartass.” He kisses my hand again.

“Thank you,” I say genuinely.

“I think everyone’s going to be okay, sweetheart. It’s always going to be strained, but it’s all going to be okay.”

“I want to cuddle with you,” I whisper, desperate to get close to him.

“Well there is no way I’m crawling in that bed with you after I saw what’s going on under that blanket. You need to relax and try not to move. That has got to hurt like hell.”

“Well, it’s not fun.” I smile, and he brushes the hair away from my face.

“Here.” He leans over the bed and buries his face into the side of my neck, rubbing his stubble over my cheek. I nuzzle in close for the brief and much-needed moment of closeness. “I love you. I’m so fucking sorry about today. I lost it and that almost cost me everything.”

“We’re all okay, remember?” I try to soothe him the way the he always does me. I reach up and run my hand through his hair and down his neck. “Tell me about Collin,” I ask to try to get his mind off the internal what-if game I know he’s playing right now.

He immediately sits up and scrubs his hands over his face. “He’s perfect. I swear I’ve never loved anyone so much. He’s so tiny, but I think he looks like me.”

I laugh as his eyes light while talking about his son. Our son. And it doesn’t even matter that I haven’t seen him. We’re a family.





THREE DAYS after the accident, I was released from the hospital. It broke my heart to have to leave Collin there, but it really tore up Caleb too. For a man who was originally so hesitant about the pregnancy, he sure as hell has embraced fatherhood. Caleb spent every single night sitting by my side or holding his son—sometimes the magical combination of both.

The minute we got home from the hospital, he deposited me on the couch and went to work finishing off Collin’s room. This included cleaning every nook and cranny with a toothbrush because he was terrified of germs getting anywhere near his baby. Let me just say that, there is something insanely sexy about watching your big, buff, tattooed husband on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor.

Caleb took two weeks off work and drove me back and forth to the hospital every three hours to feed our little man. Once, I had a doctor’s appointment during a scheduled feeding, so he dropped me off, went up to the hospital, and fed him a bottle on his own. It melts my heart to watch them together. My gruff prick becomes a big ole’ softie when his baby’s involved.