“And?”
I let my hands fall to my lap. “They were great. They said they’d support me no matter what I want to do.”
“They’re good guys,” she says.
I nod because they are.
“Why did you say youwerehooking up, as in past tense?”
I lean back further into the wooden chair. “Because I told them I need to just be friends with them, nothing more. It was getting to be too much, and I can do it without them.”
She reaches forward, pulling one of my hands into hers. “Just because youcando it on your own doesn’t mean youshould.” Her weathered fingers squeeze my hand. “It’s okay to let people help you, Sienna. I don’t know where you got this notion that you’re only allowed to help others. You deserve to have people helping you, fighting for you.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Tucker
Sienna textedthe group chat earlier, saying her appointment went well, and she had some ultrasound pictures to show us the next time we were together.
We weren’t going to hang on to the whim of “whenever,” so that’s how we find ourselves standing outside her apartment door.
I peek down at Jackson, who’s leaning against his dad’s leg. “Why don’t you knock?” I ask him.
His eyes light up. When he steps toward the door, I mutter to the two guys on either side of me.
“I think she’ll be more receptive to his unannounced visit than ours.”
They both grunt their agreement.
Maybe showing up like this wasn’t the best idea, but this woman is stubborn as all get out.
She’s been an ice queen since deciding she just wants to be friends. Her walls are pure, impenetrable ice.
Jackson raises his fist to the door, knocking three times. He looks over his shoulder at Warren when nothing happens immediately.
“Just give it a minute, bud,” Warren says.
There’s rustling on the other side of the door a moment before the door opens.
Confusion crosses her features as she looks over the three of us men standing before her, but when her eyes dart down to the little boy at her feet, her whole demeanor softens.
“Hey, little man. How are you?” she asks.
“Good,” he says in his sweet voice.
She crouches down in front of him, so they’re at eye level. “This is a nice surprise.” Even with the back of his head to me, I can tell he’s smiling. “Why did you guys drop by?” she asks, her gaze still focused on Jackson.
Jackson shrugs. “Daddy said we needed to check on you.”
“That’s very sweet,” she says.
“Are you sick again?” Jackson asks, worry evident in every word.
“No, I’m not sick. I promise.”
He nods a couple of times.
“Did the guys make you knock because they were too scared?” Sienna asks.
