His mouth falls open to yell at me, but soon snaps shut again when he starts to sway.
“Oh shit!” I’ll never catch him. “Shit, shit, shit!” I drop my bag and frantically guide him back to the bed, but I can do nothing more than let him collapse in a heap of hard muscle. “You’re an idiot, Ward.” I’m so mad with him. “Why can’t you do what you’re bloody told?” I sort his drip and catheter out before heaving his heavy legs into place and recovering him with the sheet.
“I feel pissed,” he slurs, lifting his arm and draping it across his head.
“You got up too quickly.”
“What are they doing here, Ava?” he asks quietly. “I don’t want to see them.”
I quickly check his dressing before sitting on his bed and pulling his arm away from his hiding face. He looks at me with beseeching eyes. It kills me, but I’m going to try anyway.
“You have me, and I’m all you need, I know that, but this is a chance to put everything in your life right. Just give them a few minutes. I’m here forever, no matter what, but I can’t let you pass up an opportunity to find peace in this part of your life, Jesse.”
“I don’t want anything to ruin what I have,” he grates the words through his clenched teeth, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Listen to me.” I grab his cheek and wiggle it, prompting him to open his eyes. “After everything we have been through, do you really think there is anything else that could possibly fracture what we have?” If that is his only concern, then I’m even more determined to repair this. “It’ll be done on your terms. We’ll take it slow, and they will accept it.”
“I only need you.” He slips his hand under my T-shirt and finds my tummy. “Just you and our babies.”
I sigh, placing my hand over his. “You don’t have to want something to need it, Jesse. We’re having twins. I know we have each other, but we’ll need our families, too. And I’d like our children to have two sets of grandparents. We’re not normal, but we should make our children’s lives as normal as possible. It won’t change us or what we have together.”
I can see him grasping my logic. His pale face mulls over my statement until he nods lightly and gingerly pulls me down, engulfing me with his arms. I relax into him, thankful that he will at least attempt to do this. I won’t hold my breath for an instant remedy or reunion , but it’s a start.
“Tell me you love me,” he says into my hair.
“I love you.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“I need you.”
“Okay.” He releases me. “Plump my pillow, wife. I need to be comfy for this.”
I ignore his insolence and make him comfy. “I’m going to give you some privacy,” I tell him, standing and making my way to the door.
“You’re not staying?” he blurts out, his green eyes bulging in panic.
“No. I don’t need to. You’ll be fine.” It takes every effort not to sit and hold his hand through this, but he needs to do this for himself. I might have played the babies card, but my reasons are far deeper than the need to have more family around us. Jesse needs to heal physically and mentally. Forgiving his parents will play a massive role in that.
I open the door and smile at Beatrice and Amalie, who have since been joined by Henry. I say nothing. I leave the door open for them and lose myself for a time while I let a lost family find themselves again.
Chapter Thirty-five
I’m in Paradise.
After Jesse got the all-clear from the doctors a full week after he awoke, we left the hospital, me leading him. He refused the wheelchair that was delivered to his room, which I wasn’t surprised about at all. My big, strapping man had been laid up for three weeks, dependant on others to care for him, so I couldn’t deny him the dignity of walking out of the hospital, even if it took us an hour. We returned to Lusso, where Cathy fussed and flapped around like a mother hen, ensuring cupboards were full, washing was done, and the whole place looked like it did on the launch night before it had been lived in. Then I gave her a few weeks off. We needed privacy in our home. I needed to look after Jesse. I needed to nurse him back to the man I know and love.
The first week was a washout. Streams of constant visitors plagued the penthouse, including Jesse’s parents. It’s still odd and a little strained, but I can see a light in my husband’s eyes that I never have before. It’s different to the sparkle of lust or the deepening in anger. This is peace.
The police paid numerous visits during that first week. It was probably too soon, but Jesse insisted on getting the chore out of the way so we could resume our normal. Patrick stopped by with my work colleagues, expressing his sincere apologies for putting me in such an awful situation, but he wasn’t to know, and neither was poor Sal. She’s well and truly back to dreary, plaid skirt-wearing Sal, but she seemed happy enough. Mikael withdrew from the deal to buy Rococo union and Patrick offered me my job back, but I politely declined and Jesse didn’t try to convince me otherwise. I can’t return to work, and I really don’t want to.