"What, the good stuff is happening." God, this fucker is pushing it.
"Bro, you don't get involved in a domestic. Especially one that's with the boss. So move it." Rory pushes him through the door.
Mia smiles, but as soon as the door closes behind the men her smile fades. "Where's David?"
"Mia, the man is hurting, has been ever since his wife died. He pushed everything aside until we finally got this fucker. Which we did today. Now that Martin is dead, David's taking some time."
“Oh, do you think he’ll be okay?” She’s worried about him, I am too. “How long is he going to be gone?”
“I don’t know, we just have to let him heal, Princess.”
“Yeah, we all need time to heal,” she tells me softly and lays down in the bed. “Hopefully, he’ll be okay,” she murmurs, her eyes slowly closing.
“Sleep baby. I’ll be here.”
Seventeen
Hudson
"But..."
"No buts Mia, you need to rest. It's too early for you to go into labor. So it's bedrest until the doctor says otherwise." I lay her down on the bed and pull the covers over her.
She huffs in annoyance. "Fine, but I'm not happy about it."
I smirk. "Yeah, you've made it clear."
"Are you going to talk to your mom today?"
"Yes," I say through clenched teeth, she's been asking me that same damn question for the past four days. "She's been calling me nonstop. Dad's pissed, he wants to be here when she is as he has more questions than I do."
Her eyes widen. "Oh. Is that wise having him here when she is?"
I shrug, it's funny, before all this shit happened, I'd have been on Mom's sid
e always but right now, I'm on Dad's. "Yes, he deserves to know."
She nods. "Yes he does, but Hudson, your mom's hurting."
I grit my teeth, I'm sick of fucking hearing that shit. "I know she is, but Mia she's fucked up and she needs to own up to that shit."
"Can I be present?"
"Hell no," I reply instantly, "Mia, you're meant to be resting, not being around stressful situations."
"Please?" She begs. "It's not going to be hard on your mom and your dad. I know that if I'm around they won't be too hard on one another."
She's right, both of them aren't as angry when Mia's around. She's a soothing balm on everyone around her. "Fine, but your ass sits on the sofa and it doesn't move. I don't give a fuck if you need to use the bathroom. You ask and I'll carry you."
She bites her lip, I know she's dying to argue with me.
"Either that, or you stay right where you are."
She sighs, "Fine, you win. I'll be good and stay on the sofa."
Good. "Do you need anything?"
She glances at the stack of magazines that Sarah bought over for her. Along with six books, Mia's eyes lit up when she saw them, she told me she hadn't read in a while. "No I'm good thank you."