I shook my head, “No. He’s here. He’s breathing. Y’all are safe. That’s the end of it.”
Smoke nodded.
But I did have one more question, “The man who ordered this. Is he dead?”
Ice smiled, “Fuckin’ A.”
I grinned, then I nodded.
I got what he meant.
Fuckin’ A indeed.
***
It was closing in on three in the morning before Alec started to stir.
I leaned forward and smiled, wanting it to be the one thing he saw when he woke up.
His team, who hadn’t left, not even to change, all leaned forward too.
Then I heard Alec murmur, “Fuck me.”
I giggled.
Then his head snapped in my direction, and he winced.
I winced.
Then I whispered, “Hey, Soldier Boy.”
He tried to wink, but his face was too swollen.
Then I stood up and bent, then pressed my lips to his.
I felt his casted arm come up and he tried to grip the back of my neck.
Against his lips, I whispered, “Give it time. I’ll let you play in my hair any time you want.”
I was referring to the nights that he ran his fingers through my hair when he couldn’t fall asleep.
But as soon as he started doing that, his eyes would close, his fingers would slow, and then he’d tangle his hand in my hair, and fall asleep.
I pulled my lips from his and then winked down at him, “Love you.”
He said, “Love you too.”
Then I stepped back, but didn’t go far, as his team all got their moment with him.
Then Smoke went and told the doctor that he was awake.
“If all of you could please leave the room?” The doctor asked.
His team nodded and stood up.
I made a move to stand up but was stopped.
Alec
