• • •
“I think it might be time to go.” Kennedy said an hour later, as she looked at the tired sleeping little boy hanging off his father’s wide shoulders.
“He’s out like a light, isn’t he?” Ryan whispered.
“He had so much fun today, thank you.” Kennedy rose on her tiptoes and kissed Riley’s cheek, then Ryan’s.
“No problem.” He smiled back at her. “Matt has gone to get the cars for us. I would drive with you and Riley, but Dad had a little bit too much to drink, and my truck doesn’t have a car seat.”
“It’s okay. He’ll sleep the whole way.”
Kennedy took Riley from Ryan and followed him as he tried to help his father walk to the valet station.
“You did good, Son. My son is the MVP.” Ryan senior kept on repeating as he hugged Ryan.
“Jeez, if I knew you would be this emotional I would have won the Super Bowl a long time ago.” Ryan chuckled. “Matt, will you help me strap him in.”
Ryan handed his father off to Matt and followed Kennedy to the black Rage Rover. “Here, let me.” He said as he took Riley from her and strapped him into his car seat. “I’ll be right behind you. If you need anything just put your hazards on, I’ll come to you.”
Kennedy nodded and smiled. You’d think she had never driven home alone before. But this time she had Rebecca, Elizabeth, and Riley to keep her company, “I’ll drive under the speed limit.”
Ryan flashed her a smile and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to mother hen you.”
“We’ll be fine Ryan,” she said, and he bent over and gave her a quick kiss. Kennedy’s breath hitched in her throat. She could get used to this married couple business.
“You and Ryan seem to have a wonderful marriage.” Elizabeth pointed out as they drove on the highway headed for home.
“Yes.” That was all she could say without misleading her. Truth was she didn’t know what kind of marriage she had with Ryan. It didn’t seem like something her mother-in-law would want to hear.
“What’s this business of Riley wanting to be called RJ?” Rebecca asked, a bit of steel in her tone.
“Riley just wants to be like his father,” Kennedy said, praying that her mother would drop the subject.
“I hope not,” Rebecca mumbled.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Elizabeth turned to look at Rebecca who was in the back seat with Riley.
“Mama, please don’t.” Kennedy hissed a curse when she slowed down at a red light. More than anything she wanted it to change. They were ten minutes away from home, but she wasn’t sure her mother could hold her tongue for that long.
“Lara, I noticed you don’t like my son. I would like to know why.”
“Trust me, you don’t,” Rebecca said curtly.
“What does that mean?”
“Can we talk about it when we get home?” Kennedy piped up. “It’s been a long, exciting, good day. Let’s not ruin it.”
“No, Ken. I want to know what your mother meant.”
“It’s Kennedy, not Ken. And it’s Riley, not RJ. You people can’t just come in and take over, hours after you have arrived into our lives,” Rebecca said, her voice louder than necessary, “I was the one who was there when Kennedy was pregnant, when Riley was born. My husband was the one who named him Riley. We were there when Riley was brought home from the hospital, when he had his shots, when he took his first steps, when he said his first word, when he had the flu, when we found out he had leukemia. You are just coming in when all the hard work is done. If it wasn’t for the fact that we needed your son’s money—”
“What!”
Kennedy drew in a breath of horror. Her mother-in-law now knew she was a gold digger. When the light turned green, she was so anxious to get home that she didn’t see the truck coming.
• • •
“What the hell is going on in that car?” Ryan leaned forward as he tried to make out what was happening in Kennedy’s car. It seemed like his mother had her body turned towards the back, and Rebecca was leaning forward. But he never saw any movement from Kennedy or Riley. “Dad! Dad!” But all Ryan got were incoherent responses, “You are such great help, old man.”
Ryan put his foot back on the pedal when the light changed. But something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. There was a rig barreling fast down the road. He didn’t seem like he was slowing down for the red light. He looked at the Range Rover again, but he didn’t think that Kennedy had noticed the rig as the car slowly rolled forward. Ryan didn’t think his next move through. All he knew was that he had to get his family out of the way. Pushing the gas pedal all the way to the floor, he took off. The last thing he remembered was the impact of his truck and the range rover.
• • •
“What the hell!” Kennedy’s curse rang out in the midst of screams and gasps. She looked up at her rear view mirror, and just then her heart stopped beating. Her anger disappeared as she watched Ryan’s truck get forcefully pushed by the six-wheeler rig down the road, leaving a trail of sparks shooting out from under the vehicle like fireflies. The rig stopped, the crumpled metal of what was once Ryan’s pride and joy, continued to roll down the street with him and Senior in it.
“Ryan?” she gasped.
She watched Elizabeth jump out of the car and run. “Mama, stay with Riley.”
Kennedy jumped out of the car and chased after the metal wreck as it rolled a couple of times more before stopping in the middle of the road. Kennedy felt like she was in a trance, as her feet pushed her forward. Her walk turned into a sprint as she kicked off her designer shoes. She hunched next to the car, which had landed right side up. At first she was terrified of looking inside, not knowing what she would see. But she finally got the courage to look. Shouts of people yelling “call 911” and Elizabeth’s distraught cries were drowned out as she stared at Ryan’s still body.
“You should step back,” she heard a man say.
“No,” she whispered, but when the man tried to forcefully remove her, she let out an untamed, emotional shriek. “No, he’s my husband.”
“Ken.” She heard Ryan’s barely audible whisper. He coughed, and then called for her again.
“I’m right here, sweetheart.” Kennedy wasn’t sure where to touch. The only place she could reach was his shoulders and face. But he was a bloodied mess that she feared that any touch, as gentle as it may be, would hurt him. “You’re hurt pretty bad, Ryan.”
Ryan tried to give her a brave smile, but he coughed a splatter of blood. “R-robyn.”
“What?” Kennedy asked, confused.
“The…the baby’s name.” he swallowed hard, “I want…to name…her…Robyn.”
“Like the bird.” Kennedy risked it and touched his head; another second without her hands on him was about to drive her crazy. She just needed to feel his warmth, to know that underneath all that blood her Ryan was there.
“My…my little bird…my little girl.” Ryan choked as a tear rolled down through the blood on his cheeks.
“You can tell her when she’s born.”
“Promise…promise me—”
“I’m not promising you anything.”
“Please!” he wheezed out.
Kennedy stared at his chest and she could see, and hear his labored breathing, “No, Ryan. If you want to name your daughter after a bird, you’re going to have to be there to do it.”
“Daddy!”
Kennedy gasped as she noticed Riley standing next to her. He was on his tiptoes as his fingers fought to reach into the car. She wanted to take him away, but how could she. She herself was plastered at Ryan’s side, terrified that if she just blinked he would be gone from her forever.
“Hey buddy.” Kennedy could hear how hard he fought to keep the emotion out of his voice so as not to scare Riley, “You are going to take care of your mom and the new baby for me.”
“I will.” Riley cried, as he struggled to reach Ryan.
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bsp; Kennedy picked him up and Riley laid his clean hand against Ryan’s bloody cheek. But Riley wanted to hold his father’s hand and she knew it.
“I can’t…I can’t feel my legs or my arms. I can’t move, Ken.” Ryan didn’t hold back the tears this time.
Riley climbed out of Kennedy’s arms before she could hold him back and scrambled through the window and into his father’s lap. “I’m here, daddy.”
“Riley, come out of there!” Kennedy couldn’t hide the hysteria in her voice.
Riley moved further away from her and leaned toward his grandfather. “Grandpa,” Senior grunted his response. “Please don’t die.”
“I won’t, sport.”
“Daddy?”
Kennedy watched as Ryan struggled to reassure his son. But how could he, when the only thing he could move was his lips? “I’ll try my best, buddy.”
Kennedy looked up when she heard the sirens. The first to arrive at the scene were the police officers then the ambulance and a fire truck. “Riley, you need to get out now so that they can help your daddy.”
“No!” He shouted defiantly and wrapped his tiny arms around Ryan’s torso, his white shirt quickly absorbing his father’s blood.
“Excuse us, ma’am.”
Kennedy stepped back and gave the paramedics room. They immediately pulled Riley out of the wreckage so they could get to work and handed the screaming child off to his mother. She watched nervously as the medics tried to free Ryan and Senior. Her knees buckled and she sank down to the ground, Riley still in her arms, when Ryan’s blood-curdling scream rang out in the air. He sounded as if someone was ripping his body apart. Through the haze of her tears she saw Riley’s terrified face, his hands covering his ears.
“Get him out of here,” she croaked.
“I got him.” Kennedy looked up and saw Matt, the same look of dread on his face.
She watched his retreating back, as Riley cried trying to put up a fight. Kennedy sat there, staring at the crumpled mess as they tried to free Ryan. She sat there, her mind blank of anything except terror for her husband, and soon she was engulfed by darkness.
Chapter Fourteen
“Wake up, Ken.”
Kennedy groaned as she was shaken awake. “What?” she croaked.
“You need to wake up.”
Kennedy slowly opened her eyes but quickly closed them again as the bright lights sent shards of pain through her skull. “What’s going on?”
“You’re at the hospital.” It was Matt talking.
“Hospital. Riley!” Kennedy sat up too quickly and had to fight the vertigo and nausea that claimed her.
“Riley is fine. Ryan is in surgery.”
“Surgery?” Kennedy cried out as the night’s events rushed back, an overload assault to her mind. “He’s not dead?”
“No.”
She opened her eyes and scrutinized Matt’s face, trying to find any sign of deceit but found none. “What about Senior?”
“He’s in surgery too.”
“I need to see him.”
Kennedy slid out of bed, ignoring Matt who was holding up the stilettos from the night before. She didn’t care about shoes. She stormed out of the room only to get to the hallway and not know which direction she should take.
“Left,” Matt supplied helpfully, and took the lead. As they reached Ryan’s room, a tall man in a white lab coat was just exiting the doorway.
“Doctor, that’s my husband. How is he?”
He took in her hospital gown skeptically and looked to Matt, who nodded.
“You’re Mrs. Carville?”
“Yes,” she said, frustrated and shoved her hospital bracelet under the man’s nose. “What’s wrong with my husband? She peered around him to get a glimpse of Ryan’s body. Some metal sling contraption was hoisting his left leg in the air. “What happened to his leg?”
“He broke it, Mrs. Carville. But it was a clean break of the femur. He’ll be in a cast for about six weeks.”
“Good thing it’s the post-season,” Matt muttered.
Kennedy leveled a menacing glare at him that had him retreating. “Doctor, I remember, last night he said he couldn’t feel his arms or legs.”
“That was due to the shock from the impact. He has a broken leg and collarbone, and he lost a lot of blood, which we already replaced with transfusions. But the more serious concern is that he could have head trauma. He’s unconscious right now.”
“He’s in a coma?” Kennedy’s voice trembled.
“Yes. Right now, we have to wait and hope he wakes up.”
“Hope? Is there nothing else you can do for him?”
“No, I’m sorry.”
• • •
“You should eat something,” Rebecca said.
“No, Mother, I’m fine.” Kennedy watched the rise and fall of Ryan’s chest. It had become her new obsession. She and Riley had finally gotten a change of clothes. She never wanted to see the once-beautiful, now-ruined dress ever again, never wanted to remember that fear and hopelessness she felt when Ryan was trapped in that car. Matt had visited a couple of times, splitting his time between Ryan and Senior’s room. The Rebels had also visited, leaving flowers and fruit baskets behind. She was sick of staring at them, so she gave them away to other patients on the floor.
Now she just watched as Riley slept on top of his father’s chest. Anyone who tried to get him off had to endure screaming and crying. Soon enough the nurses had learned to work around him.
“It’s not healthy for Riley to be here,” Rebecca insisted.
“It’s RJ.” Kennedy barely recognized her voice anymore. They had been there for almost two days now. The transplant couldn’t take place, not with Ryan hurt, unconscious and unable to sign the consent forms. She had been fixated on saving her son, never dreaming anything could happen to Ryan. She had instructed the doctor to put Riley back on the donor list. Unfortunately, he would have to wait until they could find a new match, or until his sister or brother was born. She was getting tired thinking about it. She needed Ryan to wake up and help her deal with it. Kennedy hadn’t realized how much she needed him until that moment. She hadn’t spoken to anyone besides the doctors and Elizabeth, and she was angry at her mother. If only Rebecca hadn’t started that fight with Elizabeth. She would have seen the rig and Ryan wouldn’t have had to push her out of its way, and be hit instead. “His father is here, and he won’t leave him.”
“But you’re his mother. He would listen if you told him to go home.”
“I don’t want to fight about this. Just leave him where he is. He’s not hurting anyone. He just wants to be near his dad.” Kennedy had lost control of her tears long ago; they were now in free fall.
“What about the transplant?” Rebecca asked.
“Dear God, Mother! If you want to leave, you can leave.” Kennedy couldn’t take her Rebecca’s questions and criticism. She especially didn’t like how she was referring to Ryan as just another body to harvest from. “Riley is back on the transplant list. I don’t want to hear you mention it again.”
“How is he?” Elizabeth asked, as she slowly walked into the room, Matt behind her. She walked over to where her son and grandson lay and smiled down at them. “He’s a stubborn little tyke, isn’t he?”
Kennedy just smiled.
“He reminds me so much of Ryan when he was little.” Elizabeth wiped a tear away and turned towards Kennedy. “So, Matt tells me you are pregnant. He also says that you refuse to leave Ryan’s side to get a check-up.”
“I just—” Kennedy cleared her throat of the emotion, “He wants to name the baby Robyn.” Kennedy held onto Ryan’s immobile hand and smiled, “He’s so sure it’s a girl.”
“I think it’s too early to tell.” Elizabeth walked around the bed and held onto her free hand. “But we can give him the good news that the baby is healthy. I know you don’t want to go alone, so I’ll go with you.”
Kennedy nodded her response. She gave Ryan and Riley one last look
and followed Elizabeth.
She soon was shown to a room and laid back on the examining table waiting for the doctor, but Kennedy couldn’t overcome the feeling that doing this without Ryan was wrong. Still, Elizabeth had a point; she was under a lot of stress and it couldn’t hurt to check. The doctor warned that it might be too early to hear anything with the Doppler radar, and Kennedy was barely paying attention when she suddenly heard the woman say “two heartbeats” and was startled by Elizabeth’s ensuing squeal.
Afterwards, she walked back to Ryan’s hospital room in a daze, on her own, since Elizabeth had gone to another wing to visit her own husband and tell him the news.
“You need to wake up.” Kennedy sat next to Ryan’s bed and stroked his pale arm. “I know that I act tough, but I can’t do this on my own. This is our family. I can’t handle three kids on my own. Please wake up.” She climbed into bed with Ryan and Riley and finally let sleep take her.
• • •
Ryan’s senses were attacked by the pungent smell of blood, its coppery taste on his tongue. The memory of the loud crash and Kennedy’s cry shocked him into awareness. He woke up with a start, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move. His body ached all over, so that meant that he was still alive. But he couldn’t seem to get this weight off of him. Ryan slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids even felt sore. He was able to take a peek and the sight of Kennedy and Riley sleeping against his chest brought a smile to his face. He wasn’t sure how safe it was to have this weight on him, but he knew that having them so close did wonders for his heart.
He looked around the room; Rebecca was asleep on the couch. For a second he rethought waking her up. But surely the dragon lady would take pity on an injured man. He tried to call out for her, but his throat felt so dry and scratchy that talking was painful. Lucky for him the nurse call button was at his fingertips. He hated to move Riley and Kennedy, but with the pain, he could barely breathe.
The nurse walked into the room and an exclamation left her lips. “Oh my God.”
Kennedy woke up with a start, her elbow digging into his chest, and a yelp escaped his lips. “Ryan?” He managed to smile at the incredulous look on her face, “You’re awake.”
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