Love Me Like You Do {Book Two}

Chapter Fifty Eight

Chapter Fifty Eight:
Austin's Point Of View:

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I watched Jayden sleep, in the car seat that was placed on the floor, between my feet.

"Everything will be okay, kiddo." I whispered. "I know it."

It's been hours, and Kenzie still hasn't been out of surgery.

And that gives me hope.

Because it's McKenzie we're talking about. She's a fighter. She's been through hell and back, and she's going to fight this too.

I clenched my jaw, as I tried to refrain from crying.

McKenzie's mom had stopped around an hour ago, and she was sitting here, in her wedding dress, waiting for news on her daughter.

"I just want her to be okay," she whimpered to her husband. She sniffled. "I can't lose another one of my babies."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, and looked over at Jason, who was leaned back in his chair. He bit his fingernails, nervously, as he bounced his left leg; up down, up down, up down.

He can't lose another sibling either.

And Cass... She was a mess, sitting on a chair. She tried to stop crying, but she couldn't. So she was sitting, sobbing quietly.

Kenzie's dad was sitting with Jazzy and Mason.

Jeremy was trying not to cry, so he was doing the same thing Jason was doing. Jazzy and Mason were playing on his phone, oblivious to what was occurring.

I wish I was like them.

I was getting too impatient. I need to know how Kenzie's doing - I need to see her.

This accident made me realize how much I love her... how I want to be with her forever.

McKenzie, Jayden, and me.

Fuck, they're taking so long. But the longer they take, the better, right? Because it means they're working hard on her, and it means she'll be safe. It means they're gonna come out here, and tell me that she asked to see me.

And I'll run into the room, to see her big, blue eyes looking at me, and she'll ask me if I was crying, and she'll get upset with me and, fuck, what I'd give to have her be upset with me.

I ran my hand down my face.

Why am I talking as if she's gone? She's not. She's in there, on the operation table, getting help.

"Hey," Alex sat beside me, patting my arm. "You okay?"

I licked my dry lips. "Yeah," my voice sounded hoarse. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you hungry?"

"Nah, I ate a little bit before you got here." I told him.

"She's gonna be okay." He said. "You know that. She always pulls through. Kenzie's the strongest person I know."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know," I said. "I'm just anxious, you know? I wish time would just, I dunno, fly by, and the surgery could be over. I just want to see her."

"They've been in there since late last night, I'm sure they're almost done, and you'll be the first person she'll ask to see."

I smiled. "Yeah."

He pat my arm again, and nodded toward the hallway, where the doctor was coming.

I was the first to stand up, and as soon as everyone else noticed he was approaching, they stood up as well.