Page 51 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
Collin nodded. She wasn’t screaming; he could handle this. He held out his hand. “Hey, Mom.”
“Hey, honey. You sound tired.”
“Long day. And I don’t like hospitals.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Sleepy.”
“Are they taking care of you?”
“Yes, Mom. I’m in Mr. Reevesworth’s lap. Mr. Moreau just brought us more drinks, doctor approved, and Damian came in with new clothes like three minutes ago.”
“Clothes?”
“Uh, yeah. They had to take off mine since they had the oils on them.”
“I’m sorry, Collin.”
“I’m okay. I just wanted you to know that I was before you saw the news. There were a lot of cameras.”
“Cameras?”
“Um…there’s a court case, and they were trying to get Mr. Reevesworth to answer questions as we went home, then this woman showed up right outside our building, and it all kinda got crazy.
“But you’re safe now?”
“Mom, there’s literally a guard right outside the door with guns.”
Dr. Ryker sighed. “And you’re sure this is the relationship you want?”
“Seriously? Mom! Please! I’m literally sitting in his lap! Right now.”
“Doesn’t mean you couldn’t be having second thoughts.”
“Mom, stop! Or, I swear, I am going to tell you in graphic detail all the reasons I am not having second thoughts!”
Dr. Ryker laughed. “Send me a picture, or turn this into a video call. I need to see you.”
“Fair warning, I’m not dressed.”
“Collin, I birthed you. Turn on the fucking camera.”
Collin grumbled but upgraded the call. He turned the phone around and put his head down on Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder. “See, I’m fine.”
“You look pink.”
“Because you’re embarrassing me.”
“That’s what mothers are for. Good evening, Reevesworth.”
“Evening, Dr. Ryker.” Mr. Reevesworth nodded. “You’ll have to forgive me. I think I’ll be changing our flight to a private charter after today.”
They made it home to The Residency just after midnight. Private security informed them they would be in the hallway outside. Everyone wanted showers. Mr. Reevesworth urged Mr. Moreau to take Collin into the master suite to help him.
Collin turned to Damian. “Could you take our dom into the other bathroom then, and make sure he doesn’t get his hand wet?”
Mr. Reevesworth sputtered. “I’m quite?—”
