Page 187 of Need You To Choose Me

Aaron goes still at the mention of the accident, his jaw tightening, and the guy notices it.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Aaron, I didn’t?—”

“It’s fine,” he cuts him off and glances at Miguel. “I’ll wait for you in the truck.”

With a nod in my direction, he goes for the door. Mick curses softly. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Don’t stress about it. Aaron is…” Miguel shakes his head. “He changed after Cheryl’s accident.”

“Such a tragedy.” Mick tsks.

“It was,” Miguel agrees, his attention shifts to the door. “I’m going to check in on him. I’ll see you later.”

The older man grunts and nods.

Saying our goodbyes together, we make our way to the parking lot, my gaze going to Aaron’s dark form sitting in his truck, fingers curled around the steering wheel. “Will he be okay?”

“I hope so.” Miguel runs his fingers through his hair. “He hasn’t been the same after the accident, and since the anniversary was just the other day, he’s even more wound up than usual.” He turns to me and pats me on the back. “I’ll see you soon?”

“Sure thing.” I start walking toward my truck when Miguel calls after me.

“And think about what we talked about.”

Shaking my head, I pull open my door, and slide into my car, Miguel’s words still ringing in my head all the way back home.

The light is still on in the living room when I enter, the TV softly playing in the background. I follow the sound, peeking into the room, only to come to a stop when I see Savannah and Levi sleeping together on the couch, my son’s head resting on her lap, not a care in the world.

The corner of my mouth lifts as I quietly enter the room and pull away the blanket so I can pick him up. It won’t be too long now that he would be too big for me to carry, but I wanted to cherish these last moments I had.

“Wha—” Savannah croaks. She blinks a few times, a smile forming on her mouth as her gaze fixes on me. “Blake.”

She pushes upright, and I can see her flinch slightly.

I move closer, taking her in from head to toe. “You okay?”

“Fine. Just uncomfortable. Your baby is sitting on my bladder.”

I let out a soft chuckle. “I love how it’s always my baby when they’re doing something bad like it’s my fault.”

“Of course it is.” Savannah smiles sleepily. “You were the one who got me pregnant. When did you get home?”

“Just now.” I glance down at Levi. “How was everything?”

“Good. I don’t even remember when we crashed.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” Leaning down, I press my mouth against the top of her head. “Let’s put you to bed, Blondie.”

“Did you guys have fun?” Savannah asks as she walks past me and toward the stairs.

“Yeah, it was okay.” Clara Parker’s smirk pops into my mind, but I push it back, focusing on the woman in front of me. She didn’t need to know her mother was still around. It would only upset her more than necessary.

“Just okay?”

“Yeah, there was this one guy who made a scene at the bar? Miguel knows him. John something.”

“John O’Neil?”

“Yeah, I think that’s the one.”

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