Page 43 of Wildest Forever

Turning, he walks back to the table and he gives me a soft wink and my heart swells in my chest at the small bit of sweetness he has shown me.

Sitting at the table, I watch as he bites a bit of bacon, his eyes closing slightly as he hums in appreciation.

My lips twist and I know he is probably doing it just to be kind.

Moving over to the work top, I plate my own food up and take my seat next to him.

My appetite has gone, pushing my food around my plate but I do manage a few small bites.

We sit in silence as we eat and I am very aware that this food is dry and cold but Pacey eats the whole plate then goes back for seconds.

Pushing his plate away, he taps his stomach softly and puffs his cheeks out.

“That was,” he makes a circle with his finger and thumb as if to say perfection.

“You're being kind,” I shake my head as I push my own plate away.

“I'm not,” he grumbles as his eyes narrow on mine for a moment. “It was really good,” he nods then looks behind him, silently debating whether to go for another serving.

“Thanks for calling Dr Carlos,” I mutter as I look towards the kitchen window and sigh, I didn't want to say the words out loud, but I knew his time was running out and it broke my heart that there was nothing I could do.

“Always, you should know I'll always be here for you...” he trails off, “whether you want me here or not.”

I can't look at him.

My eyes burn and I try to blink away the tears that are threatening.

“I am so worried,” my bottom lip trembles and I hate that I am going to cry in front of him.

“I know you are,” his hand skates across the table and hovers over mine, his thumb brushing back and forth and that's when I look at him, tears edging on my bottom lid.

Before I could even respond, the front doorbell chimes through the hallway and I slip my hand from under his and I swipe my tear away.

Pushing from the table, I pace to the hallway and swing the front door open and I give Dr Carlos a soft smile.

Dark hair, tanned skin, brown eyes. Mid-forties.

“Morgan,” he gives me a small nod, a grimace on his face.

I step aside and let him in, he removes his black cowboy hat and places it on the hook outside the closet where we hang our coats and store our shoes.

“What's the problem?” Carlos asks just as Pacey moves around the door frame. Carlos' eyes flick to him, his jaw tightening before he focuses on me.

“He looks a bit gray, said he didn't feel too good. He has a fever, hands are cold.” I sigh, letting my head turn and looking up the stairs to where my pops is.“He has had his meds, we left him with breakfast whilst we ate ours.”

Carlos nods, his fingers flexing around his black leather doctor bag.

“May I?” he asks, his eyes lifting from mine and trailing the stairs.

I give a nod and turn on my heel, walking up the stairs as he follows me, Pacey close behind.

“Have you got a houseguest?” he asks me as he follows me up the stairs.

“I'm her husband,” I hear the way Pacey's voice rumbles, it's low and slow.

“Oh,” Carlos' response has me smirking.

He is a good-looking man.

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