Page 46 of Fortuity

“You’re putting it in good hands. I’ll make sure this gets forwarded as soon as possible,” sheassuredme.

“Thanks.” I flashed her an apologetic smile. “How long does thatusuallytake?”

“A week, two atthemost.”

“And then they’llhaveit?”

She nodded. “Yes, Faith. You’ve done the hard part, and I’ll dotherest.”

“Thankyou.”

“This is my favorite part of my job, but you’re welcome.” She beamed a smileatme.

I walked out with a matching grin on my face, feeling like I’d accomplished something good. My smile grew when we pulled up in the driveway and Dillon’s car was already there. But my eyes must’ve still been red-rimmed because as soon as he spotted me walking through the door, herushedover.

“What happened? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” He cupped the sides of my face with his palms and tilted my head back. “You’ve beencrying.”

“I swear you have aneagleeye.”

“When it comes to you? Damn straight I notice everything.” His thumbs swept across my cheeks. “Like your red-rimmed eyes and nose. What the fuck happened? And who the hell do I have to kill forhurtingyou?”

“Come sit down with me,” I urged, taking hold of his hand to lead him over to the couch in the living room. I stroked his arm, trying to calm him down. I was in awe over how he’d leapt into protective mode over me, just because he could tell I’d been crying. “I’m so damn lucky tohaveyou.”

“No, baby. You’ve got that backwards. I’m the lucky one here, and I know it. And I’ve got no problem putting in the work to prove it to you.” He pressed a kiss against my lips. “But I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what madeyoucry.”

“I made myself cry over a letter I wrote to my donor family.” I scrunched up my nose and waited for his reaction because it sounded so ridiculous; me literally makingmyselfcry.

“They let you do that? Communicate with your donorfamily?”

I explained to him about how the transplant center was going to forward the letter for me, and my reasons behindwritingit.

“That’s so fucking beautiful, Faith. I’m proud as shit to know I’ve made you so happy that you wanted to do something like that.” He rested his forehead against mine. “Although I should technically kick my own ass for making you cry, even if it wasindirectly.”

“What if I think you deserve a reward instead?” I closed the inch separating our lips. “For making me ridiculouslyhappy?”

“You aren’t going to get any complaints from me.” He lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom. “If my woman wants to give me a reward, I’m going tolether.”

Lucky for me, my man felt like his reward earned me one inreturn.

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