Tiffany Smith heard the crash that led her to Thaddeus Grey. Everything about it was wrong. Thaddeus was in the driver's seat and the person in the passenger's eat was his boyfriend. How could they possibly be mates?
There has always been one thing...
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I feel like my writer's block for this chapter made it a hot mess... 🤔
♡ I Found, Amber Run ♡
TIFFANY
I'm carrying a baby in my arms. He smiles big at me.
"Hey," I say softly.
I hear footsteps behind me. I look over my shoulder to see Tate walking towards us. He almost makes it before Mark comes into view. Mark gives him a long, deep kiss on the lips. I look away from them, hurt. I look down at the baby boy in my arms. I smile at him. I cradle him closer to me fearing that he'd disappear.
The scene changes. Mark is in front of me. He looks angry.
"Give me the boy," he says.
"No," I say. "He's my baby."
"He's Tate's baby," Mark replies. "I'm Tate's partner."
"You don't have the right to take my baby," I say.
"You didn't have the right to sleep with Tate," Mark says. "But you did. So, I want to hold my child."
I feel the anger rise inside of me. I'm about to punch him when I feel someone grab my hand.
I hear the beeping of a monitor. My brain registers that this was only a dream. I'm still in the hospital. I'm waking up from the donor liver surgery. I slowly open my eyes. I search for who's holding my hand. I see my dad there. I also see Carabella in the corner of the room. She looks at me. There's a look in her face that makes me understand that what I saw before I woke up wasn't just a crazy dream from the anesthesia. I close my eyes.
"Dad," I speak.
My voice is low and raspy. My throat feels funny. He flinches awake. His hair looks grayer than it looked yesterday. I think it was yesterday. Jeez, I don't know how much time has passed. It's kind of freaky.
Dad finally realizes it was I whom spoke. His blue eyes brighten. A small slowly ascends on his face.
"Good morning, honey," he teases.
I let out a small laugh but regret doing so when I wince in pain. Damn it.
"Oh, my baby girl," Dad coos.
Carabella rolls her eyes.
"How are the boys doing?" I ask.
"Mark is fine. Thaddeus is still unconscious," Carabella replies before my dad could.
I look at her. I look at my father for any kind of agreement.
"He will be okay," he says. "Doctor's say he'll wake up soon."
"Okay," I reply, softly.
I close my eyes. I fall onto another slumber.
*
The nurse tells me I can't go see him. It's driving me nuts. How dare they tell me I can't go see my own mate? Of course, they don't know that. I supposed that's what happens. They've only told me he'd woken up for a while but had fallen back asleep, like I had. I fight the urge to roll my eyes when Mark is wheeled in to my room.
"Hey, Tiff," he greets me with a small.
I force a smile back. "Hi."
"How are you doing?" he asks.
"Sore," I reply. "You?"
"Hanging in there."
I nod. I feel awkward.
"So, anyway, I wanted to thank you for saving Tate's life," Mark touches my arm.
When he touches me, I see Mark and Tate kissing. I flinch away from Mark.
"Whoa, are you okay?"
"You're cold, man," I make an excuse.
"Sorry," he smiles awkwardly.
"Thank you for stopping by," I say.
"Of course," he replies.
Gosh... leave already.
Mark wheels himself out of my room. I roll my eyes. It felt like forever. I was happy he was gone. I had to recover. I had to get what I wanted: my mate.
