Page 2 of Fragile Love (Fragile 3)
She shook her head. “No, I’ll just stay here. I’d rather one of us is here in case he wakes up.”
“Thanks, sweetie. But you do need to go home and rest eventually. You can’t wait at the hospital forever. Every time I ask you say no, but I thought it was worth a try.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Just sleepy.”
“I’ll take care of her, Frances,” Cayden called into the phone.
“Good,” Frances said. “Okay, we’d better get going before we faint. See you tomorrow.”
“Take an easy morning, okay? I’ll call you if we need you.”
“Okay. Talk to you when we wake up.”
“Sleep well.” Lillian waited until Frances ended the call before putting down the phone. She turned to Cayden. “She sounded terrible.”
“You also sound terrible.”
“I think Andrew’s mom likes you.” She knew they wanted her t
o call them ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’. It just hadn’t always stuck.
“That’s a relief, because I like her. Andrew’s dad, too.” Cayden cracked his knuckles and stood up to stretch. “Hey, I have a wacky idea.”
“Uh-oh.”
“So, I’ve been doing some searching on my phone,” he started, holding his cell phone in front of her face, “and, as it turns out, there’s a hotel just down the road.”
“Are you going?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “You should go.”
“You should come with me.”
Lillian pointed at Andrew. “I need to stay with him.”
“What, to watch him sleep?”
She scowled.
“Come on,” he pleaded, taking her into his arms. “Come snuggle with me. You need a good rest and a hot shower. No offense.”
“Stop tempting me.”
“There’s a free breakfast...”
Slowly, she turned and stared at Andrew. His chest rose and fell steadily. “I don’t know.”
“Please?” He made a pouty face. “Just tell him we’re going to rest so we can be more present for him when he wakes up.”
“Do you think he can hear me?” she asked quietly, feeling like a child.
He nodded. “I’m absolutely sure he can hear you.”
Lillian sighed, unable to keep the visions of a hot bath and a warm bed out of her mind. She could almost feel the steam from a hot shower tickling her skin. Pulling away from Cayden, she sat on the side of Andrew’s bed. “Hey, Andrew,” she whispered, pulling the sheets up to his neck. “Cayden’s trying to get me to leave you.”
“No, I’m not,” he contradicted. “I’m trying to take care of her.”
“It’s working,” she told Andrew. “He’s very convincing.”
“I’m going to give her a shower and a good sleep, and an awesome free continental breakfast. You would approve, Andrew.”
