I gave him a small smile. “I just don’t want you to think I’m having second thoughts about us, because I’m not, but this situation…”
“Is messy as hell.” He leaned down and pecked my lips. “I get it, you don’t have to explain anything to me. Let’s just go in there and find out how he is. Don’t worry about my parents either, okay?”
I exhaled a heavy breath and nodded, gripping his hand tightly. “Okay.”
My heart felt like it would leap out my chest when we got to the door. My nerves were jittery. I didn’t know why but it felt like I was walking into a war zone.
“Ready?” Creed glanced down at me.
“Yeah.” I sighed.
Creed pushed the door open and allowed me to walk in first.
“What are you doing here?” his mom asked, shooting out of her chair and glaring at me.
Ignoring her, I shifted my eyes to Rome, whose eyes were open and staring at me. “Rome.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “Well aren’t you gonna come over here and show your fiancé some love after all this time?” His voice was raspy and he sounded tired. His words also came out sluggish.
I cleared my throat and avoided his mom’s eyes as I approached the other side of the bed.
“Why would you bring her back here, Creed? You never have any respect for me or your father’s wishes!” his mom complained.
“You heard him, she’s his fiancée. She had the right to see him.”
“Hi!” I leaned down and kissed Rome’s cheek. I didn’t have anything to say to Marisol. There were enough things on my mind without her nagging.
“You can do better than that, Nakyra.”
Forcing a smile, I pecked his lips. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore as hell.” He groaned and shifted. “The meds they have me on are helping though.”
I scanned his body. “What are they saying? You were out for a long time.”
His face fell. “I don’t want to talk about that right now. Just be happy I’m up,” he snapped, catching me off guard.
My brows furrowed as I wondered why he wouldn’t answer.
Rome’s eyes shifted and it was like for the first time he realized Creed was there. “Baby bro,” he said, followed by a cough and grunt.
Creed stepped toward the bed with his hands in his pocket. “It’s good to see you up, Rome.”
“Creed flew in as soon as I told him you were injured and has been here since,” I mentioned.
“Really?” Rome looked shocked.
“Not like it made a difference,” his mom commented.
The door to the room opened again and Deacon walked in the room. He stilled and his eyes bounced between me and Creed. “What the hell is going on here? Why are you two here?” Deacon looked noticeably rough. Whatever treatment he was going through was taking a clear toll on his body.
I glanced at Rome to see if he would say anything, but just like before, he was quiet.
“My brother just woke up. You don’t think I deserve to come see him.”
“How did you even know that? Did you call him?” he asked his wife.
“No, I didn’t.”
