Page 148 of Sinful King
She nodded and looked between us.
“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready then?” Sean queried. “Or is there something you wanted to talk to us about?”
We both waited patiently for her to find the courage and ask.
“Um… I-I was wondering if meandmommy can stay and be part of your family forever. She can stay too, right?”
It was such an innocent question.
Of course, she loved her mom. Didn’t we all at that age?
I got down and beckoned her to me.
“You and mommy are going to live here together where there’s security to keep you both safe.”
She nodded slowly.
“And… will you still be here?”
I smiled.
“We’re going to be close by and you’ll get to spend time with us as much as you want.”
Her eyes flicked to Sean and I could tell she wanted him to confirm.
“We’ll make sure to have a room just for you.”
She beamed at me and gave us both a hug before running off. I took a deep breath and stood.
“I’m making an appointment to get my implant out.”
He took my battered hands and brought them to his lips.
“Whatever you want to do, baby.”
What I wanted was to kill Caden and then give my husband a daughter and son. That’s what I wanted, but for the time being I kept it to myself.
“I’m sending Finn and Violet back to Philly after Sunday. He’s been gone too long and Cian’s been picking up the slack.”
I nodded.
“Figured they’d have to go back eventually.”
It made sense to send them off after church. The O’Sullivan’s were all coming together in two days’ time on the orders of their grandfather.
Something told me he had a message they needed to receive, one only he could provide. Maybe I needed to hear it, too.
“I’m ready!” Brynn yelled an hour later, meeting us in the living room. “Auntie Caroline helped me pick this teddy bear for mommy when we went shopping…” she was dragging the large stuffed bear almost as big as her. “Do you think she’ll like it?”
I chuckled and nodded.
“Yeah, I’m sure she’ll be very happy.”
She practically sprinted to her mother’s room when we arrived and Sean went in while I stopped to talk to the doctor.
“She’ll make a full recovery,” he told me, handing her paperwork over. “But I suggest finding her a therapist and maybe the little girl, too.”
It was sound advice, I would take seriously.
