Wyatt was, of course, still Del’s mostly quiet little shadow, and Scarlett demanded attention off everyone, but she was particularly taken with Del’s sister Bernie, who was also staying with them at the moment. But somehow the house didn’t feel crowded at all.
The house felt like a home, and the people in it felt like a family.
One night, after Del had helped Justin up the stairs to bed, Justin lay under the comforter in the darkness and tried to flex his still-painful fingers. Weird that they hurt the most, given he’d had major surgery at the same time. “Del?”
Del shifted beside him. “Hmm?”
“I can’t go back to work for a while.”
“I know that.” He reached out and brushed his fingers down Justin’s cheek. “Given what you’ve been through, I’d rather you didn’t go back to something that physically demanding anyway.”
“I don’t have a lot of options.” His throat ached to admit that aloud.