Page 49 of Love Like Ours

Chapter Fifteen

There was so much that Sophia wanted to say to Palmer, but as she sat next to him quietly eating dinner, her nerves grew.

Her eyes kept running over his handsome face. The white bandage that had covered the large bump and gash over his eye was gone. It allowed her to see the severity of the wound. It was red and puckered under his thick dark hair.

No wonder he needed rest. There was no way his head didn’t hurt. Without saying anything, she stood up, walked around the island, and pulled out a few of the pills Dr. Steven had given him for pain. She handed them to him.

“Dr. Stevens said you can have these for pain.” He downed the pills without question. “You should have let me know before that you were hurting.”

He sighed. “It’s duller now. Still, I can feel it growing.”

“I will leave you to rest after I clear the dishes,” she said, finishing up her plate.

“Do you have to?” he asked. “Go?”

She smiled. “Not until later.” She moved closer to him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him. He lifted her, pulled her closer, then carried her to his bed and gently laid her down.

She made a point not to bury her fingers into his hair like she wanted to. She didn’t want to cause him pain. Instead, she let her fingers gently tug at his shirt, over his exposed skin, enjoying the feel of the muscles that bunched and twitched under her touch.

The rest of their clothes disappeared as they were both lost to their shared passion. He did things to her that she’d never believed were possible. Her body responded to his touch, to the sweet words he murmured into her hair.

When they fell together, she could have sworn the earth shifted, vibrated along with their joint release.

Almost an hour later, they were still lying naked in each other’s arms. The room had cooled after the last rays of sunlight disappeared.

“I take it back.” She sighed into his chest.

“Mmmm?” She heard him groan.

“I don’t think I want to leave tonight.”

He chuckled and rolled back over on top of her.

Every time that she was with him was different. They matched each other’s speed as the night grew darker around them.

In the early morning, she realized she’d missed half a dozen messages. Rolling over, she squinted at the screen, the glow harsh against the darkness of the bedroom. She blinked, her heart skipping a beat when she realized they were all from her brother.

“Avery’s water broke. Heading to the hospital.” This message was at one in the morning.

“It’s really happening.” This one was at 1:45.

At 2:30:“1 cm. This is going to take forever.”

“3 cm. Okay, maybe not forever.” This one a mere half an hour later.

“When you get these, bring good coffee. We’re still only at 5 cm.”

The last message had just come into her phone. It was a quarter past four. How had she not heard the previous messages?

She shot her brother a text telling him she’d be there in half an hour, then she threw off the blankets and scrambled out of bed, adrenaline jolting her awake. Loki scrambled up with her.

“Are you okay?” Palmer asked, sitting up.

“We’re having a baby.” She did a little booty dance, then realized that Palmer was looking at her oddly. Then she laughed. “Not us, my brother and sister-in-law.”

He chuckled. “My brain registered that a second too late.”

She smiled and rushed to pull on her hoodie and jeans.