I smile and crunch down on a pretzel. “Yeah I guess. It’s just a dream anyway.”
“Wake up baby,” I hear Ade’s voice through my sleep.
“Shit, did I fall asleep?” I stretch out my arms.
“Yeah, come on, we’re here.”
Unbuckling my belt, I open my door. Ade walks around to my side and grabs onto my hand while we walk into the hospital hand-in-hand. It feels natural, everything with him does. It feels as though we’ve been together for years. When we reach the reception area, I notice an elderly woman typing away at her keyboard behind her desk.
“I’m here to see Carter Benson,” I say, tapping the counter out of nerves.
“Are you family?” she asks.
“Yes. Yes, I’m family,” I say without hesitation.
“He’s in the ER, follow the red arrows.”
“Thanks.”
We begin following the red arrows until they lead us to a set of large doors. Pushing them open, we make my way in to where Sarah and Rob, Carter’s parents are sitting. I drop Ade’s hand and pull them both in for a hug.
“This is my boyfriend, Ade,” I introduce casually pointing to him standing beside me.
It’s not until I see the smile on his face that I realize what I’ve just referred to him as. I don’t know why the man is surprised, it’s not as if he gave me a choice in the matter.
“Nice to meet you, Ade,” both Sarah and Rob say in unison. They are amazing parents, never judging anyone. So meeting a man with an MC patch is no issue for them.
“What happened?” I ask them both while taking a seat.
“The police are saying that someone ran him off the road.”
I look to them both the color draining from my face in shock. “What do you mean ran him off the road?”
“There’s evidence at the crash site that shows there was another vehicle involved. The police are in the process of gathering CTV footage.”
“Oh my God,” I gasp staring wide-eyed. “Why would anyone want to hurt, Carter?” I shake my head.
Ade sits down next to me and pulls me under his arm, laying a kiss on my head. “It’s going to be okay, baby. I’ll handle it.”
A couple of hours later, two police officers walk in with a doctor. We all stand and make our way to them.
The officers look between Ade and me. “Are you okay with them hearing this?”
Sarah nods. “Kalie is family.”
“We have the footage we were looking for, and just as suspected someone ran him off the road,” one of the officers says to Sarah.
I look up to the police officers confusion written all over my face. “Intentionally? Carter has no enemies at all.”
He smiles. “It appears that he doesn’t right now, but—”
“No, he has no enemies. I live with him. Sure he has his cat fights, but no one that would want to harm him—”
The doctor interrupts. “He would like to see you all now, said something about a nookie?”
I laugh and hook my hand around Ade’s elbow. “You’re in for a treat.”
Walking down the corridor until I see his name on one of the tags, Sarah and Rob follow closely behind me. When I see the door, I push it open and notice Carter sitting up in his bed with a bandage wrapped firmly around his head.
“Oh my God!” I run to his bedside. Ade hangs back, closing the door behind all of us.
“Hey baby G, I’m fine. Mom! Vicky is going to kill me if Kalie doesn’t show for the wedding!” he scolds his mother.
Ade walks around the curtain and Carter gasps. “Sweet baby Jesus. I would stay celibate for two years for that too,” Carter says loudly, eyeing Ade from head to toe. Ade looks to him eyes wide. I smack Carter on the shoulder, saving him before Ade decides to go all Jack the Ripper on his ass. Although, something tells me, that because he knows how much Carter means to me, he will tolerate him. I hope.
“Stop! Ade, this is Carter. Carter…Ade.”
I sit down on a seat at the end of the bed so his mom and dad can have a moment with him. Ade walks over to me, picks me up out of my seat, sits in it and then places me on his lap.
He kisses my neck and whispers, “Boyfriend, huh?”
“Well, after all that begging from you, I thought I better, at least, put a label on us.”
He smiles a broad smile, squeezing my inner thigh. “Touché babe.” The gesture setting all my hormones into overdrive. I look to him behind me and smile. Leaning in, he kisses my nose. I feel like locking him up for months just to have my wicked way with him.
Seriously, I think I need to do that. I make a mental note of that fact.
Basically, I just want to have sex with him nonstop while loving the shit out of him. Loving is in the eventual category, I think. Shit. When I snap out of our playfulness and look up to Carter, I can see him smiling at us.