Page 58 of What the Heart Wants (Desires of the Heart 1)

“He’s going to be in the hospital for a while. His left leg was pinned, and the knee was shattered. He won’t be walking for a while. The arm on his left side was broken and reset. There are cuts on his face and upper body from the glass. He will physically heal in time however,” he states.

I can tell what he’s saying. Mentally, he will take time to heal. This was completely traumatic and devastating.

“I’ll be here for as long as you guys need me,” I say sitting down with the kids in my arms.

“I’m sure you have a life and job to get back to,” Leo says.

“No, I really don’t,” I say blinking back the tears that threaten to fall.

“But-“ Holly starts, but I cut her off with a look.

“I don’t have a life to get back to anymore,” I say sternly.

“We will be talking about this. I’m your best friend. I’m here for whatever you need,” she says pleading with me.

“We have a room up at the Prescott Hotel. It’s not too far away,” I say.

“Nonsense, you guys can stay here. They have a big enough home. Especially if you are going to help out. Don’t waste your money on a room,” Leo states.

“Well, I will check out tomorrow since we already paid for one night. How about we take the kids to see their father, go back to the hotel room, order a bunch of junk from room service, and come back tomorrow with them? That way you can have a night to yourself,” I say.

Leo takes a moment to think it over before he nods. “I have been wanting to take them to the hospital today but, with just me, I worry that the three of them will run away before I can catch them,” he admits.

“Do you guys want a sleepover?” I ask softly.

They nod their heads, but don’t say anything.

“Let’s get you a bag for the night,” I whisper.

We get them clothes for the night and next day. They are quiet the whole time. I’m not sure how they will take seeing their dad and not their mom.

Logan is awake when we get there and, when he sees us enter the room, he starts to cry.

“Come here,” he says to his kids.

The kids run to their father and sob. My heart breaks watching this scene.

“I’m so sorry,” Logan weeps over and over again.

I wrap my arm around Holly as we let the tears fall.

We let them have their moment as the family grieves for their mom and wife.

Time passes by until one of the kids is sitting at the foot of the bed and Holly and I have one in each of our laps.

“Thank you for coming,” Logan says weakly.

“We will always be here for you. In fact, I’m going to stay for a few weeks to help you get sorted. You’re going to need help; at least until you can move around,” I say letting him know with my eyes how serious I am.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” he says.

“You are not asking; I’m going to do it,” I vow without breaking eye contact with him.

“Thank you. But what about your life? Your job?” Logan asks.

“They don’t matter right now. You need me,” I tell him, forcing a smile on my face.

“We are going to take the kids to our hotel for the night and order a bunch of junk and watch movies, and then we will bring them back to your place tomorrow,” Holly says breaking the silence.

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