“We can go get you whatever you need tomorrow from the store,” Tucker says. “We can order stuff online, too.”
She lets out a sad chuckle. “I probably needed some new clothes anyway,” she says, pointing to her stomach. “She’s growing a lot.”
“We’ll get anything you… either of you need,” I say.
She wipes tears from her face. “Fuck. I don’t know if I can keep working after this.”
“It’s okay for you to take some time to deal with this. It’s a lot,” Grayson says.
“You’re right. Shawn’s here anyway, and he can handle things on his own,” she says.
“Do you want to come with me to get Jackson? He’d be happy to see you.”
The first genuine smile she’s had since we got here spreads across her face. “I’d love that.”
“We all came in my truck,” Grayson says. “I’ll drop you guys off at the firehouse.”
“But my car…” Sienna starts, but I stop her.
“Let’s just worry about it later. Okay?” I say.
She nods, heading into her office to gather all her things. Ten minutes later, we all load into the truck, including Nacho, who’s now in a pet carrier.
“Hey, bud,” I say, wrapping my arms around my son. “How was your day?”
He shrugs. “Good.”
I stand, grabbing his hand as we start walking toward my truck. “I have a surprise in the car for you—well, two, actually.”
He tilts his head up, grinning at me. “Really? What is it?”
“You’ll see in a minute.”
I can tell the minute he spots Sienna in the front seat. His little fingers squeeze mine.
“Sienna,” he whispers, more to himself than to me. A quiet giddiness rolls off of him as we walk closer.
She gets out of the truck, crouching down just in time for him to wrap her in a hug.
“Hey, buddy. How was school?” she asks, hugging him back as tightly as he’s hugging her.
He gives her the same answer he gave me before snuggling into her a little more. Sienna has quickly become a safe space for him.
With the way she’s burying her face against his messy brown hair with glossy eyes, I think he’s giving her the same solace.
I find myself wishing for more days just like this.Well, minus the whole fire thing.I just want her to be a part of our life, day in and day out.
She pulls back a little, looking him in the eyes. “Do you want to see Nacho?”
He nods more times than is probably necessary.
“He’s in the car,” she says, standing up.
“Really?” He moves over to the truck, trying to open the door.
I chuckle, helping him into his seat. The carrier is right next to him. Getting him buckled in is a challenge because he’s more interested in leaning his face close to Nacho than putting his arms through the straps.
“Bud, can you help me here?”
