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“The surgery went great. He’s been in recovery for a while. When we get him set up in his room, I’ll send someone out to come get you.”
“Thank you,” Mom says and we all watch him walk away.
“So who gets to go back first?” Reiss says. “The girlfriend or the best friend?”
Everyone laughs at him because at this point we’re thoroughly entertained.
“Rock paper scissors?” I ask.
He nods but is pissed when I win and then requests the best two out of three and loses again.
“I win,” I smirk. “Guess the girlfriend goes first.”
About an hour later, the nurse comes in and tells us that he’s awake. Colson’s dad goes first but doesn’t spend a lot of time back there.
“Lincoln, he's asking for you,” he says.
I stick my tongue out at Reiss and strut past him through the glass doors into the ICU. When I see him laid up in the hospital bed, my heart flips. It almost looks like he’s been crying.
“Hey dipshit.” I say, walking over to the side of the bed, running my fingers through his dark blonde hair.
He nods to the corner of the room, the Harry Styles cut out staring at us. His voice is rough, “That thing scared the shit out of me when I woke up.”
“Oh my god. Reiss is such an asshole.”
He smiles softly, “Payback for falling in love with baby Bane.”
His words make my stomach flip. “How are you feeling?”
“Like shit,” he says. “But maybe I’ll be able to walk after this.”
“I know you will,” I say. “If anyone can, it’s you.”
His head falls, “And if walking is all I ever do? If I don’t ride again?”
He’s definitely doped up because we’ve had this conversation before.
“I don’t love you because you win races.”
He drags the back of his hand over his forehead in a relief gesture, “That’s good because I think I’m gonna be building bikes for you to race. You know, bum leg and all.”
I smile, taking his hands in mine. “That sounds perfect.”
epilogue
2 Years Later
Colson
“Don’t you dare peek,” I tell Lincoln as I walk behind her with my hands cupped over her eyes.
She groans, “Can’t you just show me? I hate surprises.”
“You love my surprises,” I say. “At least that’s what you tell me in bed.”
“Oh my god,” she giggles. “Shut up, your nana is literally right over there.”
“Nana knows we have sex,” I say loud enough for her to hear. “Right Nana?”
