"Yes, am I interrupting anything?"
"No, Mom got hold of Lou. Co in," he said, stepping back.
"Did you find a flight?" I asked, walking inside.
"Earliest one is the day after tomorrow, but we’d still need to rent a car and drive over three hours ho."
"What’s the closest private airport to your house?"
It took him a second and then realization hit his face and he breathed out, "No way."
I bobbed my head. "lody called and said you can use the plane."
He slid his hand to my neck and pulled close, kissing my temple. "I fucking owe you a kidney, baby."
"Well, let’s get your knee sorted before we go offering up other body parts, okay?"
He smiled. "Good plan. Let find that airport and let Louisa know what’s happening."
I nodded.
"I have another ask."
"Anything," I said.
"Can you co with?"
I bit my lip. "Are you sure you want —"
"Don’t finish that sentence," he growled. "Of course I want you to co. If I could chain you to my side for eternity I’d do it."
"Okay, no need to be dramatic." I t his eyes. "But I kind of like that idea."
He kissed gently. "Thank you."
"Thank lody. I just asked, and barely at that."
"I’ll give her a kidney, then."
"I’m going to do so website stuff for her at a later date, so the deal’s been done."
"Jesus, I love you."
"I know."
He stroked my cheek, kissing one more ti, then I texted lody with all of the information about the closest airports, and she took it from there.
Less than twelve hours later, we were in the air and on our way to Huck and Louisa’s childhood ho. I was a nervous wreck. Mostly because I was worried about Huck’s dad and how badly he was hurt, but also because I was eting his parents under these horrific circumstances.
"This plane is unreal," Huck said as Holly, the head flight attendant, handed him a beer. Anders, the second attendant, was working on a batch of cookies apparently.
"Seriously," I agreed. "I had no idea."
lody’s plane was so kind of Gulfstream and could fly over seven-thousand miles without refueling. It seated sixteen people, had a bedroom, a kitchen, and a small private office. To say it was luxury was an understatent and I had never seen anything like it.
"You’ve never been on it before?" Louisa asked.
"Nope, never."
"Flight attendants, prepare for take-off," the pilot said over the PA.
Holly made her way to us and checked our seatbelts, then headed back to her jump seat for take-off.
Huck reached over and linked his fingers with mine, giving my hand a squeeze, and I leaned against him as the plane taxied down the runway.
"He’s going to be okay," I whispered.
Huck nodded, bringing my hand to his lips, and kissing my palm.
Our flight was quick, less than two hours, and we landed in the small private airport less than twenty minutes from Huck’s parents’ ho. lody had organized a car as well, which was waiting for us, so Huck’s uncle didn’t need to leave the hospital to collect us.
Louisa called their mother from the car, and since she was already at the hospital, we decided to head there first.
The ride to the hospital was spent in tense silence and I had to forcibly stop myself from filling the quiet with chatter. This was virtually impossible for , especially when Louisa started to cry.
Huck was in between us in the back seat, so he took her hand and squeezed it. "He’s going to be fine, LouLou."
"Until I get eyes on him, I just don’t think I can believe that," she said with a sniff.
I turned my head to the window, fighting my own tears. I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to my dad and I almost had a panic attack at the thought. But I had to keep my shit together and be strong for Huck and Louisa because this was not about .
I felt Huck’s hand on my thigh and took a deep breath, leaning against him before eting his eyes.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I’m good, honey." I forced a smile. "I’m here for you."
We pulled up to the hospital and with a promise from the driver to wait for us, we headed inside.
"I’ll hang back," I said when we arrived at the surgery recovery floor.
"You won’t," Huck said with a frown.
"This is not the way I wanted to et your parents, honey." I took his hand. "It’s way too much stress for your mom. Let her lead. I’ll be right here. But she needs people around her that she knows. Plus, your dad had surgery, and he’s in a vulnerable position, he won’t want a stranger in there. Trust ."
"I need you, though."
I smiled, pointing to a chair in the waiting room. "And I’ll be right there."
"Hucky, co on," Louisa prodded.
"I also think I should hold onto your cut," I said.
"Why?"
"Because your dad just went through surgery. Do you really want to have the conversation about prospecting while he’s in the hospital?"
"You may have a point," he said, shrugging out of it and handing it to . "I don’t like going back on my word, though."
"You’re not. I’m holding it so you can take care of your family. You can put it on the second you’re out of his room."
He frowned, but finally leaned down and kissed gently before following Louisa through the double doors that led to their father’s room.
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