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“Oh, no.”
“Easy. I’m going to be fine. But I have a few weeks of recovery ahead of me.”
Leave it to Dylan to make it all sound so normal. “What can I do?”
“I’m going to need a lot of help with Sierra.”
“I can do it.” Molly moved closer to his bedside.
“Don’t get upset, but I was thinking maybe she could stay at my mom’s house for a while. Or my mom might move in with me temporarily.”
But this was not going to go down this way or Molly would not just be upset, she’d create a scene. And oh, there would be blood.
“No, Dylan. I’ll do whatever it takes. She’s my daughter, not Violet’s.”
Rather than protest, Dylan appeared to be studying her. “Are you sure? She can be a handful.”
Violet or Sierra?
“I know. I gave birth to her. Remember?”
“How could I forget?” He nearly cracked a smile. “You said you’d kill me if I touched you again.”
“And I meant it. At the time.”
“Where’s Sierra?” he asked, eyes now at half-mast.
“She’s with your mother right now. Of course, she wants to blame this on me, too.”
“She’s wrong and she’s always been too hard on you. I should have stood up for you more.”
“Right.” It felt good, having him acknowledge that Violet had been so unfair. “It’s not my fault you got hurt.”
His words became slightly slurred. “But I probably shouldn’t have been showing off for you.”
What was that?
Time for Molly’s prepared speech. She would have loved to get Emily’s input on this, but for now, she’d have to wing it. “I appreciate everything your mother did to help you out with Sierra while I was gone, but I’m here now. She can take a break and just be Grandma for a while. Would you tell her that?”
Dylan’s eyes were fully closed now and he didn’t answer. Yep, he’d fallen asleep.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Molly moved even closer and ran a hand through his thick dirty-blond hair. Covered his big hand with hers. The same hand that held hers for seventeen hours of labor. He was going to be all right, because he had to be. How could the world keep spinning on its axis without Dylan?
She wasn’t even aware she was crying until the nurse walked back into the room, put an arm around Molly and shushed her.
“He’s going to be fine. We’ve got one of the best orthopedic surgeons on staff here. Don’t worry, my dear. He’s in good hands.”
“Thanks.”
The nurse was kind, but it didn’t take away from Molly’s concern. There were so many things to worry about: what if Dylan never woke up from the surgery? What if his leg was never the same and he walked with a limp?
What if she still loved him?
CHAPTER25
Emily
