Page 124 of Give My Everything
When I settle Remmy into the couch and set up a Netflix marathon for her, I know I’m not the guy who can help her through this. As much as I want to be, I’m just not.
So I slip off when she falls back to sleep, her body shot from her adrenaline rush, and make a phone call.
It’s nearing sunset when there’s finally a knock on the door.
I climb out from where I was sitting behind Remmy on the couch, her body snuggled up against my chest, both of us under a blanket.
As emotional as she is, it was a wonderful way to spend the day, with her in my arms.
But I know what’s behind that door will be helpful for her in a way I can’t be.
When I open it, I grin at the short, pixie-haired brunette who is the spitting image of my friend Mark.
“Hi Josslyn,” I say, pulling the door open wider. “I’m Ben.”
She smiles and gives me a hug then breezes past me without saying a word.
I hear a gasp in the living room, and as I peek around the corner, I watch as Remmy flies off the couch and races toward Josslyn, the two women embracing tightly.
“Oh my god, how are you here?” Remmy asks.
“Ben called me.”
I see Remmy’s eyes rise to meet mine from across the room. The gratitude shining out from her can be seen and felt all the way across the room, and it makes me feel amazing, even if that’s not why I made the call.
“I’m gonna head over to the hospital, spend some time with Wyatt and Ivy,” I say. “You guys hang out. Josslyn, there are a couple of guest rooms—feel free to pick.”
She looks back at me and nods.
Remmy lets go of Josslyn and walks over to me, taking me into a hug as well.
“Thank you,” she whispers before placing a kiss on my lips.
“I hope this helps with whatever you need right now.”
I wave goodbye, grabbing a jacket as I head out into the cool night air of early September in Hermosa Beach.
Before I close the door, I hear the two start talking.
“Damn, girl—he’s fucking hot.”
I smile to myself as I hear Remmy’s giggle, knowing she’s going to be okay, and then I head off to see Ivy.
She smiles through tired eyes when I walk in the door, sitting up in the bed.
I didn’t know you were coming tonight, she signs, her hands moving a bit more sluggishly than usual.
I had a craving for blueberry muffins and thought I’d see if you were in the mood, too.
Her eyes widen and her smile grows.
Oh my god, Iloveblueberry muffins.
I laugh, nodding in acknowledgment as I cross the room, dropping the grocery store bag off my wrist and onto the empty space near her feet on the hospital bed.
I glance around as she rips open the plastic in search of the half-dozen baked treats that are waiting for her, noticing that the room looks completely empty.
Where are mom and Wyatt?
