Page 128 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“What are you scared about?” her mother asked softly.

“What you went through with me,” she said. “They had no explanation as to why you went into labor so early, but it couldn’t be stopped. It’s like all those things that could go wrong, you don’t think about until you’re actually pregnant.”

“That is true,” her mother said. “But nothing is going to go wrong.”

“I say that, but I don’t think Coy believes me.”

“It’s what you believe,” her mother said. “Talk to him and you’ll work it out. Or go talk to Helena. Maybe she can give you a bit of insight too.”

“I’ll think about it. We don’t have a lot going on this weekend, but I do feel better now.”

“I’m glad,” her mother said. “Sometimes it does help to just vent.”

“You’ve always been an ear for me to do it,” she said and hung up.

Angel got up and went to the glass doors and looked out at the water in the distance. It was going to be a great place to raise a family and she had to tell herself that everything she was feeling and going through was normal.

She took a few steady breaths and opened the bedroom door only to see Coy turning the corner toward her.

All her calm went out the window.

“How much trouble am I in?” he asked.

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LICK HIS WOUNDS

For a smart guy, Coy knew when he was messing up. He’d been pushing it and it was building. He thought he had it under control but realized he didn’t.

“Are you coming up here to check on me?” she asked. The look in her eye said he better be careful with how he answered this.

“No,” he said. “I mean, yes.”

She snarled at him. Yep, he’d crossed the line somewhere. Probably did it weeks ago but couldn’t seem to stop himself either. She had more restraint than he thought that she was finally losing it.

“Coy.” She took a deep breath. “I’m going to lose my shit in a minute.”

“I can see that,” he said. “Tell me what is going on.”

“Are you going to let me talk or would you want to speak for me too?”

He cringed over that. “Not funny.”

“No,” she said. “It’s not. We’ve already talked about this. You letting me do things around the house and not trying to do it all.”

“And I have,” he said. “I showed you how I liked my scrubs folded and now I see you folding yours the same way.”

“Because unlike you, I don’t care that much. I’m not going to do it two different ways. So I’ll fold like you now.”

“Meaning I’m anal about things?”

“If the butt is there, then it’s there,” she said.

He wouldn’t address that. “What else?”

“I’m not going to hurt myself carrying my laptop. Or a five-pound grocery bag. My God, we work out together. For such an intelligent man, do you not see me lifting weights much heavier than a damn grocery bag?”

Shit. He hadn’t thought of that. Why hadn’t he?

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