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“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “It’s all pretty much a blur, the hospital visit.”
“As for the obvious link,” Neal said, jumping back to the other thing I said. “If so, that will be yet another red mark on their record. They can’t keep running from their dirty dealings forever. I should know.”
“I hope you’re right,” I said with a sigh. “Truth is, Neal, I miss you, but as a friend. Just a friend. I need friends in times like this, not someone looking to take me to bed or go anywhere romantically. I don’t want you to misinterpret what I’m saying.”
“I understand,” Neal said. “I know it’s time for me to move on from you, Becca. That’s something I will do. If you miss me as a friend, then I want to be a friend. Just a friend. You have James, and your family. It would be wrong of me to try and get in the way of that.”
“Thank you,” I said, my voice dripping with genuine happiness at that. “Get some rest. I can hear the sadness and relief in your tone. I think you’re out of it like I am right now. Aren’t you?”
“I am,” Neal said, sniffling. As I suspected, he’d been crying this entire time, which was good. Doing that helped relieve emotional tension that built up from times like this. Neal and I bid each other farewell, and I felt much warmer than when I answered the phone.
After a moment, I put my phone down and told myself that I could finally rest my mind. I didn’t need to worry about Neal begging me to take him back or anything like that, because he sounded honest. I hoped he found someone else who would make him happy.
Speaking of the kids, I snapped out of my melancholy and ran my fingers through my hair. I hadn’t had a chance to see them much since I’d had my several-day meltdown. They were the reason I worked so hard and held my ground there.
I exited my room, heading to the nursery in the compound and knocking on the door. Madeline was in there playing with Dahlia and Alessandro. In a kind voice, she said, “Come in.” I obliged, entering the room, my eyes falling upon the middle-aged nanny.
Madeline had a few toys in her hand and was moving them in front of a very happy Dahlia while Alessandro looked on, intrigued. The little boy, for his part, was walking around, waving his arms when he saw me enter.
“Mama, mama!” he said, then added, “Hi!” This caused a very warm, fuzzy feeling to rush through my body. I walked up to him and swept him into my arms, grinning widely as he giggled. I sniffled, letting him bury his face into my chest, then looked at Madeline.
“How are you feeling?” the nanny asked, her voice full of hope. She gave me a wide smile as I played with Alessandro and bounced him around. I considered her question, then gave a soft shrug, my eyes distant and my lips pulled into a slight frown.
“Better than before, but still not great,” I confessed, letting out a sigh. “I can’t believe I did what I did, Madeline. Seeing Dahlia here, just fine and playing around with you, does help. How have you been? Sorry this all has come up and caused so much stress.”
“Oh, Becca, darling!” Madeline said with a gasp, shaking her head and giving a reassuring smile. “Please, do not apologize. None of this is your fault. You have gone through so much, and what you did to save the kids was so brave.”
“I’m honored you think so,” I replied, hugging Alessandro close for a few moments longer before letting him down on the ground. The little boy bounded over to Dahlia and grabbed a toy car, moving it in front of her and initiating play.
Madeline laughed and let go of Dahlia so she could crawl around and play with Alessandro. The nursery was filled with the sounds of the children giggling and squealing from playing around. It warmed my heart further.
I took a seat as Madeline spoke again. She said, “As for how I’m feeling, I’ve just been worried about you and James. James seemed distant and a touch cold, darling, I don’t know what it was. He visited the kids often, though. These past few days, as a matter of fact.”
I swallowed, knowing it was because of me. “I may have been snappy with him,” I said softly. “I needed to be alone and told him to go away when I was in the other room. He may think I’m mad at him, but I’ve just been so lost because of what happened.”
“Well, you went through a very traumatic experience, darling,” Madeline said, her tone very soft. “I think it’s understandable, and he will get it, too, when you speak with him. The kids help him to feel better, though. He’s spend hours playing with them.”
“He has?” I asked, reminded of how dedicated a father James was. I let myself smile widely at this. Hearing her words improved my mood even further, because despite our hardships, we were turning out to be such a wonderful family.
The kids were safe now, and so were we. Madeline nodded, beaming at me. “Of course. He laughs with them and lets them tumble around. He talks about how he looks forward to keeping this up as they grow, gives them warm hugs and nice kisses on the forehead.”
The fuzzy, happy feeling intensified, and I felt my hand fly to my heart. Right then, my stomach lurched, and I let out a groan. Madeline stared at me in confusion until I shot her an apologetic look. “I’m still not feeling well,” I confessed.
Madeline said, “I wish you checked at the hospital for that, darling!” She gasped, then shook her head, tutting. “That could be something very bad. You’ll go to the doctor now, at least, that you have some time to settle your mind?”
“I should have brought it up, yeah,” I sighed. “I just wanted to get home, though. I was so worried about the kids, my mind was completely in the gutter, and all I could think about was leaving. I’ll go to the doctor, though. I’m hoping it’s nothing.” Maybe I should read over the reports they gave me to see if there was anything in there. I wasn’t sure where I’d even put them.
“They’ll take care of you, I’m sure,” Madeline said reassuringly. We carried on our conversation for a couple of hours as I played with the kids. Then, I bid her a nice rest of the day, wanting to visit again later to spend time with the kids.
For now, I needed to approach James and let him know everything was okay. He was right to be worried, after all that happened, and after I’d treated him. I felt a pang of guilt, but knew I couldn’t help it at the time.
Not to mention, this virus or whatever it was was just getting worse. That was another factor. I hadn’t been doing well mentally or physically, but all of this support was helping me through the former. I knew James would understand.
I entered the kitchen and put the tea kettle on the stove, looking forward to talking things out with James and letting him know he was very loved.
James.
I tried to grasp what I had done this time to make Becca angry, and all of my instincts told me it was because she had a hard time handling death. However, I still irrationally thought she was completely mad at me for some reason.
Thinking over Allison and all that had happened, I winced, putting my head into my hands. At the moment, I was leaving a meeting with family members regarding Don matters, Giovani on my mind still for a potential replacement.
All of that had to be shoved to the side, of course, when the incident with Allison came up. One thing I did get from Becca was her explanation of how it happened, most likely. The Cartwrights had let Allison out of prison and sent her over here. Money could make the streets run red, and this was an example.
I scowled, thinking through how far Allison would have gone to off Becca and our daughter. She was unhinged and delusional, and while I felt sad a woman I formerly loved was dead, I was also very relieved she was gone.
Climbing into my car, I drove along the road, heading back to the compound and reaching up to pinch the bridge of my nose as I went. I was glad the police were on our side in this, because it really had been a case of self-defense. I hadn’t even needed to consider bribing.
The night was peaceful as I drove along, skies clear, with no rain. The roads were quiet as well, which gave me a bit more peace to think about the upcoming conversation I was to have with Becca. If she was well enough for said conversation, of course.
She had drifted along like a ghost during her time in the hospital, not herself. She needed to heal and let herself be taken care of, but just kept insisting on going home. Thankfully, other than verbal complaints, she cooperated.
I pulled into the family compound and entered, the sound of whistling from the kettle on the stove causing me to raise a brow as I entered the kitchen. There Becca was, preparing herself some tea. I swallowed, feeling bitter feelings rise given she may still be mad at me.
“James,” Becca said, turning her head and noticing my entry. Her expression wasn’t aggressive or angry, but rather, concerned. She wore a smile that met her eyes, causing me to raise a brow in confusion. “I’m sorry.”
She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me. I returned the hug, resting my chin on her shoulder and letting out a soft sigh. “I was trying to figure out what I did to make you so upset with me,” I told her. “I still, for the life of me, don’t know.”
“It’s nothing,” she said. “I was sick mentally and physically. It’s hard to grasp killing someone like I did. I didn’t mean to. I spoke with a few friends, though, and they helped me calm down. Thank you for trying to comfort me. I was a real jerk to you when you tried.”
“I understand,” I said genuinely, giving her one more squeeze before letting go so she could fix herself some tea. Then, I added, “It is tough coming to terms with it, especially if you’re not used to killing. But you saved the kids and are a hero, love.”
“I know,” Becca said, causing me to sigh with relief. This ordeal with Allison would weigh on her for a little while, I was sure, but at least it wouldn’t continue to rule her thoughts. I furrowed my brow, however, thinking about the other thing she said.
“Physically? Are the knife wounds infected? Do we need to take you to the hospital again straight away?” I asked, my voice bleeding into a nervous tone. Now that she was okay again, and could focus on things, maybe she noticed missed treatment on her wounds.
Becca poured herself a cup of tea and shook her head, biting her lip. “No,” she replied softly. “I don’t want to go to the hospital again unless I really need to. I’ve been having some stomach pain and nausea. I figured it was a bug, but it’s been here more than a few days now.”
“Have you scheduled an appointment with the doctor?” I asked, not liking the sound of this. She had gone through so much lately and didn’t need something like this on top of it, some mysterious illness we had no idea about.
“Yes,” Becca said. “I’m going in a couple days. I’m taking care of it, don’t worry, James.” She gave me a smile, then said, “I’m doing fine right now. I had a bit of pain earlier while talking to Madeline, but that’s gone away for the most part.”
I nodded, sighing in relief. She sat down at the table and began drinking her tea, gazing at me expectantly and giving a light smile. I sat next to her, leaning on her shoulder, happy to feel her against me.
Then, Becca leaned into my ear, She said, “I’m also well enough to make love, James.” This caused my pants to tighten, and I licked my lips, turning to focus on Becca with a light grin. However, my smile faded into a frown for a moment.
“Are you sure you’re well enough, Becca? I want to make love to you, baby, but I don’t want to push yourself if you’re not feeling well,” I said, tilting my head.
“I will be alright. Just go a little less rough than usual,” Becca told me. I couldn’t resist, at this point, and would give her exactly what she wanted. After a happy sigh, I nodded, letting her finish her tea before sweeping her up into my arms and heading to the bedroom.
Becca groaned with excitement as I placed her on the bed and slowly began to undress her. I remained very gentle with her, knowing she wasn’t feeling well but still wanted me in her. I began feeling along her body, the most sensitive areas that made her quiver.
As I did so, I left soft kisses, which sent shudders through her and caused my erection to throb. I exhaled sharply, resisting the urge to pin her down and f*ck her until she begged me for more. Rather, I kept moving up until I captured her lips with mine.
Becca explored my mouth, tasting all of me, causing me to let out a groan into the kiss. I did the same, slipping my tongue into her mouth and reaching up to run my fingers through her hair. She shuddered beneath me, the delicious sting of her nails sinking into my back already.
