I sit.
Then I stand.
Then I sit again.
My shoes are off, cause my feet ache like a fucking bitch. I tug at the sleeves of my dress, suddenly too aware of how ridiculous I look like this, just married and alone in a hospital.
A nurse peeks in. "He's stable. The doctors are monitoring him. Severe allergy, but he will be fine."
I nod. "Thank you."
She hesitates. "Do you want to see him"
"No." My answer comes out fast, toofast.
She gives me a look but doesn't push, billionaire wife rules apply even here
I'm still standing when the door opens again.
Lucas walks in first.
He stops when he sights me.
Then Noah.
Then Caleb.
All three of them take me in from head to toe. The dress, my bare feet's, the hospital wristband someone insisted on putting on me "just in case."
Lucas breaks first, a slow knowing smile pulls at his mouth.
"You didn't even make it to the reception sunshine " he says.
"I swear," I say immediately, lifting both hands. "I didn't do anything."
