Saving You (Love Wanted In Texas Book 2) (32 page)

Luke nodded. “When will I be able to put weight on it?”

“Fairly quickly. I’ll want you to use precautions of course and fracture pain will go away long before the bone is completely healed so I want you to take it easy. Just because it feels better, doesn’t mean it’s one hundred percent better.”

Luke nodded his head. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

Pointing to Luke’s forehead he said, “The gash in your forehead was pretty deep. We ended up putting thirteen stitches in. You’ll need to come back and get those taken out.”

The doctor and Luke talked for a few more minutes before he told Luke to take it easy and get some rest.

I stood and walked the doctor to the door. After closing the door, I leaned against it and smiled. “I guess I’ll have to play nurse to you when we get home.”

Luke gave a pretend disgusted look as he rolled his eyes. “I guess I’ll have to suck it up and take it like a man.”

I began to make my way over to him, I needed to feel his lips on mine when the door opened again. Jeff and Ari walked in. Ari had tears rolling down her face as she rushed over to Luke’s side.

“Oh, my poor baby.” She leaned over and kissed his forehead next to his stitches. Luke’s left eye was black and blue. Turning Ari looked at me. She gave me a quick once over and then walked up and pulled me into her arms. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Pushing me back at arm’s length she searched my face. I smiled and nodded.

“I’m fine. I promise. Just a sore knee and a broken phone.” Peeking back to Luke my heart dropped. “Nothing like Luke though.” I pushed back my tears as I looked into Ari’s eyes. She placed her hand on the side of my face. “You look tired, honey. You need to get some rest. After your mom and dad see Luke, I want you to let them take you to the hotel.”

I nodded my head. I didn’t want to leave Luke, but I wanted to sleep and rest. I didn’t want to add any stress on my body because of the baby. “I will. I promise. I didn’t want to leave him until someone else got here.”

Jeff was talking to Luke and asking him about his injuries. Luke filled them in on his leg and the bump on his head. I was so thankful he didn’t have any other serious injuries.

Clearing my throat, all three of them looked at me. “Um, I’m gonna head on out to the waiting room and fill my parents in.” Walking up to Luke, I gently kissed him on the lips. “I love you,” I whispered.

He smiled and said, “Before you go—”

Panic set in. Was he going to say something about the baby? We agreed to wait.

“Isn’t there something you want to show Mom and Dad?”

My eyes widened in horror. Luke quickly saw my concern. “What’s on your finger,” he said, clearing up my confusion.

Glancing down, I saw my pale-yellow engagement ring. Smiling I held my hand out. “Luke asked me to marry him next to the falls. Before the accident.”

Ari’s hands covered her mouth as she let out a squeal. She took my hand and held up the ring. Glancing over to Luke, she smiled. “See, I knew all those times I dragged you shopping with me and Grace, it would pay off. Oh Luke, darling this is beautiful.”

I bit on my lip and beamed with happiness. Ari looked into my eyes and I could see how happy she truly was. “It’s perfect for you, Libby.”

Jeff pulled me into his arms. “I’m so happy for you both.” Kissing me on the forehead he whispered, “Thank you for loving him like you do, Libby.”

My heart dropped and I swallowed hard. Pulling back, I nodded my head as I smiled at Jeff.

Turning, I headed to the door and out to see my parents. As the door shut, I dragged in a deep breath and blew it out before I made my way to my parents. I prayed to God they didn’t see through my charade.

SITTING ON THE
back porch, I looked out at the rain. Libby was now twelve weeks pregnant and we still hadn’t told anyone. It was early May and school was about over. Libby and I talked about how we were going to tell our parents. My leg was healing well, but I was still taking it easy. The last thing I wanted to do was reinjure it.

I heard the screen door open and I smiled. I could sense Libby before I even knew it was her. Inhaling a deep breath, Libby’s perfume filled my senses. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I’m feeling a little frisky and everyone is home. Boo.”

I chuckled as I took her hand and brought her around to sit on my lap. She sat down and wiggled as I raised my eyebrow. “Are you nervous?”

Letting out a sigh, she nodded her head. “I think Grace knows.”

“Really? What makes you say that?”

Looking over my shoulder to see if anyone was coming, she turned back to me. “The morning sickness. I tried so hard to keep it on the down low but a few times it just hit me when I was with her. Then yesterday, she ran into me at the mall when I was picking up our shirts.”

I chuckled, causing Libby to bounce on my lap and my dick to jump. “The shirts. I can’t wait to wear them.”

Libby placed her hand over her mouth and giggled. “I’m not sure they are going to lessen the blow.”

I ran my hand up and down her back. “Libby, they’re going to be thrilled.”

Libby lifted her thumb and began chewing on her nail. I pulled it from her mouth. “Stop it. They’re going to be happy.”

“Who’s going to be happy and about what?”

Libby closed her eyes as I looked at Grace walking out the door and making her way over to us.

Think Johnson. Think.

“Will and Alex. We’re going to surprise them with a weekend in Fredericksburg this summer.”

Libby’s eyes widened as she nodded her head in approval.

Grace pursed her lips together and nodded her head. “What a nice thing to do. How come y’all are doing that for them?”

Libby’s smile faded as I felt the sweat bead along the top of my forehead. “Um, I don’t know,” I said as I shrugged. “Just thought it would be a nice thing to do. We plan on doing nice things all summer for our friends.”

Libby got off my lap as she nodded her head. “Yeah, like I’m going to treat you to a manicure
and
a pedicure.”

Grace gave Libby a pretend smile. “Awe, that is so sweet. My future sister-in-law is buttering me up.”

“That’s not true. It’s just we haven’t hardly spent any time together and I thought this would be nice. There’s no hidden meaning behind it.”

Grace grinned bigger. “Well I think that’s awesome. Will you let me go shopping with you and buy the baby clothes?”

Oh shit.

Libby’s head snapped over as she looked at me. I gave her what I hoped was a stay calm look.

Libby scrunched her nose and plastered on a fake confused look, as she let out a nervous chuckle. “Baby clothes? Why would you want to buy baby clothes?” Libby asked with a nervous smile.

Grace tilted her head and crossed her arms as she looked from Libby, to me, and back to Libby again.

“Do you think I’m stupid? Really? I know the two of you better than you know yourselves.” She pointed to me. “You, you walk around with that goofy smile on your face all the damn time. You place your hand on Libby’s stomach and whisper into her ear at least twice a day when you don’t think anyone is watching.”

Swallowing hard, I peeked over to Libby. Grace turned and pointed to Libby. “And you. Since we were fourteen you have asked me for pads or tampons because you never have any. You don’t think I haven’t noticed how you haven’t asked for any in about three months. You don’t think I haven’t noticed you not wearing blush anymore because the color of your skin is just radiating.”

Libby closed her eyes. “Shit. I forgot about the pads and tampons.”

My mouth dropped open. “Lib!”

Throwing her hands up in the air Libby pointed to a smiling Grace. “She knows, Luke.”

Grace started jumping up and down. “Oh my God!” Running over she placed her hands on Libby’s stomach. I watched as tears began to build in my baby sister’s eyes. “I’m going to be an aunt?” Turning to me she wiped a tear away. “I’m so glad you didn’t wrap your stick!”

I tossed my head back and laughed. “Me too, Sweet Pea. Me too.”

I PARKED THE
truck and looked over at Libby. She was either wringing her hands together or biting her nails. “Lib. It’s all right.”

Placing her hands on her stomach, she began to cry. “They’re going to hate me. I failed at being a good daughter. I got myself knocked up halfway through college.” Her hands came up and buried her faced as her body jerked from sobs.

“Libby. Please look at me.”

Dropping her hands, she turned her face and looked at me. The look she was giving me reminded me of how Grace used to look at my parents when they lectured her in high school.

“Are you happy?”

Sucking in her top lip and jetting out her lower lip she nodded her head.

“I’m happy too. This is our miracle baby. Don’t ever forget that.”

Nodding her head, she spoke above a whisper. “I won’t. I promise.”

I slapped my hands together and jumped out of the truck. I jogged around the front and over to Libby’s side. Opening the door I looked down at her T-shirt. I smiled as I read it.

My daddy’s swimmers are strong.

Glancing down, I looked at my T-shirt. Grabbing Libby’s hand I led her to the front door. We had asked to talk to our parents and they informed us they were over at Gunner and Ellie’s place getting ready for the barbecue later this afternoon. Libby and I were heading back to A&M so that I could take summer classes and our parents wanted to have a get-together with everyone. With how I had busted my ass in school and with taking classes this summer, I was going to be able to graduate this December.

I knocked and opened the door. I peeked down at Libby and smiled. We made our way through the living room and into the kitchen. Ellie, Heather and my mother were all standing at the island. Each with their hands in something they were making. My father, Josh, and Gunner were across the kitchen. Gunner was sitting at the table husking corn. Josh was leaning against a counter with my father standing next to him.

Smiling, I turned to face them. My father looked over as he was lifting his beer to his mouth. The rim stopped at his lips as I watched his eyes read my shirt. He dropped his beer some and shot me a dirty look.

Libby hugged and kissed Heather before turning and kissing Ellie and then my mother on the cheek. She came up beside me and whispered, “Here we go. Your dad sees your shirt.”

Glancing down, I looked at my T-shirt again.
My swimmers are strong.

I turned my head away and leaned to whisper in Libby’s ear. “He thinks it’s a joke.”

Libby turned and looked at me. Her hot breathe hitting my face and causing my dick to come to attention.
Jesus. Even in a room filled with our parents, she turns me on.

“What? Why would he think—oh!” Libby said as she giggled.

“Hey, baby girl.” Libby and I both snapped our heads up as Josh came walking up to Libby. He slowed down and read her T-shirt out loud.

“My daddy has strong swimmers?” Josh looked up at Libby. “That’s not cool at all. Lib, I don’t think I like that T-shirt.” Stopping in front of us, Josh stood there looking at Libby and down to the shirt. Turning, Josh pointed to my father. “Your damn T-shirt ways have rubbed off on my daughter.”

Gunner laughed and shook his head. “Remember the beaver T-shirt?”

Josh turned and faced Gunner and they both laughed. I took a look at my father who was still staring at me. I leaned slightly over to Libby. “They all think it’s a joke and your dad thinks your shirt is talking about him.”

“Ew,” Libby said in a whisper.

I looked into my father’s eyes and gave him a smile. It didn’t take long for him to figure out what our T-shirts meant. I held my breath. Glancing over I noticed Gunner stopped laughing when he looked at my dad. Turning back to look at Libby and me, a smile grew across Gunner’s face. “Josh, you still like whiskey?” Gunner asked.

Josh laughed. “Hell, I haven’t had whiskey in a long time.”

Looking up at Josh, Gunner said, “You’re fixin’ to need some.”

Libby grabbed my hand. I wanted to drop her hand ‘cause it was all sweaty from her being nervous, but I held onto it. Closing my eyes I took in a deep breath and glanced back over to my dad. He pushed off the counter and walked toward Libby and me. He stopped in front of Libby and searched her face. The slow smile caused me to let out the breath I was holding. “Just tell me one thing.”