Daddy's Love

Chapter 70: 70 - Gosh

I grab the bag and two stunned girls and pack them in my car and we go to the hospital in silence. I

don't know what to say. Ten minutes later I am rushing to his room with the girls.

Grey is awake and talking to Mr. G.

I hug him, so do the girls.

"You are fine! You are fine!" I look at him. He looks fine. I mean not any worse than he was looking

earlier.

"How? What?" I ask, still shook.

"You both, talk. I'll take the girls to the play area. Come Ana, Carol. Let's go play." Mr. G offers his

hand.

The girls just cling onto Grey tighter.

Grey laughs "like hell they'll go anywhere with you G."

G rolls his eyes. "I know, I am not famous with the littles." He chuckles. "I'll send in a nurse."

"No, I want to stay with my girls. I missed them." Grey tries to grab Ana but winces and stops.

"Maybe later then. Don't stress yourself. You need rest." He tells me pointedly. I nod. I will make sure

he gets enough rest.

For the next twenty minutes both the girls are snuggling Grey and I am on the opposite chair. We laugh

and talk and the girls have a lot of stories to tell him.

Christian looks so tired. I am about to tell the girls to call it a day when the nurse comes in and

thankfully takes the girls to the play area after a bit of coaxing.

I help Grey lie back down.

"You rest." I kiss him.

"Don't you want to know what happened?" He asks.

"Of course, I do, but you look beat. You need to sleep." Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"No, wait. Don't go. I am not tired."

I laugh. He sure looks extremely exhausted for someone saying he is not tired.

"I was sleeping and the next thing is I know is she coming at me with a knife. I don't know what woke

me up, but had I been one second late, you would probably be arranging for my funeral right about

now." He laughs.

"I suggest you use a brain to mouth filter, Grey." He's joking about it? How can he find it funny?

"No seriously." He laughs again.

"I am assuming that it's the meds you are on, for your sake. Do. Not. Fucking. Laugh. Do you have any

idea what we went through since Ron called?" I admonish him, trying to keep my temper at bay.

"The girls know?!"

"I was on the speaker phone, packing the bags and all. You better get well soon; I will be going off for a

vacation alone and leave you to take care of the girls."

He tries to make a serious face but fails miserably.

"Why did he tell me she stabbed you though?" I muse.

"Miscommunication. Alisha created a huge chaos. Two people had to drag her off me, you know with

my broken shoulder and all." He says as a matter of fact.

I nod, thanking my bloody stars that she didn't succeed.

"But I am not even mad at her. I mean, I hurt and daddy and all, right? She obviously wants to hurt me

back. I mean I can almost imagine Carol doing the same to Timothy." He smiles.

Oh. So, he doesn't know yet.

"Don't you give Carol any ideas! And go off to sleep. Do you want me to call the nurse to drug you?"

"Nah. I am so tired I think I'll manage sleep without. Plus, I am getting irritated being poked with

needles all the time now. I mean I know why the girls hate G." He yawns.

I cannot help but smile. I kiss him right before he falls asleep.

"Jay?"

"Yes love?"

"Marry me?"

I roll my eyes but can't stop myself from kissing him.