Page 90 of Always Been You
His thumb brushes against my palm, his grip tightening.
“If a divorce is what you want, I’ll give it to you,” he continues, voice breaking. “Even though I know it will kill me to do it.”
I inhale sharply.
“As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters. I hate that you’re lying in this hospital bed because of me. I’ll never forgive myself for that. Never.” His voice lowers to a whisper. “But know that for me, it’s always been you, Empress.”
A tear slips down his cheek.
I reach up and wipe it away, my own tears falling before I can stop them.
“I don’t want a divorce,” I whisper.
His eyes widen.
“I was going to tell you that before all this,” I say, gesturing weakly to the hospital room.
His lips part like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out.
I squeeze his hand, grounding myself in the warmth of his touch. The man who drives me insane. The man I still love.
I take a shaky breath. “I love you, Eddie. And I’m sorry for not telling you about the pregnancy. These past days without you have been... difficult. I kept trying to convince myself I’d be fine without you, but the truth is, I don’t want to be without you.”
His grip tightens around my hand, and his breath stutters.
“You drive me crazy. You made a mistake but you also love me in a way no one else ever could. And I love you in a way I don’t think I could ever love anyone else. oh and it’s not your fault I’m in the hospital."
He closes his eyes, then he swallows hard. “Lynx…”
“I love you and it’s always been you for me too,” I whisper.
A ragged breath leaves him, and before I can say anything else, he leans forward and presses a kiss to my forehead, lingering like he’s afraid to lose me again.
“I love you too, Lynx. I love you so much,” he murmurs.
I squeeze his hand, a small smile breaking through my tears.
Then I whisper, “Take me home, husband.”
His lips twitch, the exhaustion on his face replaced by something lighter. Something like hope.
“Your wish is my command.”
A chorus of Awws and Ewws erupts from my family, who have apparently been very invested in this conversation.
I chuckle, shaking my head.
Eddie laughs softly too, but his grip on my hand never loosens.
He’s not letting go.
And neither am I.
THE END
Epilogue
Eddie
