Page 118 of Marvelous
Then I kicked it again as hard as I could.
Then I kicked it again and heard a crack.
The moment the door swung open, and I saw Krispin and the room he was in, I had to clench my fists.
He had a blanket on the floor.
A fucking blanket, and a dirty-looking bucket with a black bag in it.
I swallowed.
Trying to rein in my temper.
It was hard, but I did it.
Then I smiled at Krispin and held out my hand.
He ran to it and clutched it in his little hands.
That was when I knew he wasn’t four; he just looked like it.
Then with Garrick at our backs, we walked down the hall, down the steps, and out the front door.
I locked eyes with Alec and said, “He had a blanket and a fucking bucket.”
I watched it.
That cold fury settle over Alec, and I watched his right hand twitch.
I knew that if he had a gun, he would have shot them both.
I would have lied through my teeth with an alibi for him.
Then I walked around the assholes and led Krispin to Alec.
Alec smiled at him, and then carefully, he leaned the crutch against my SUV and slowly lowered to the ground.
Wincing as he did so.
Oh, this man.
I looked down at Krispin and bent, then I said, “Krispin? This is my husband, Alec.”
Krispin looked into my eyes, then he looked at Alec, and slowly, he offered his free hand to Alec.
Alec smirked, “Good man.” Then he shook his little hand.
“Can I ask you something, Krispin?” Alec asked.
Krispin nodded.
“Do you believe in fate?” Alec asked.
Krispin’s little brow scrunched, then softly, he asked, “What’s that?”
Alec winked, “Fate is what you call something that was meant to be.” Alec said.
Krispin shrugged.
