Craven Cove Royalty (Craven Cove)

“Are you hungry?” He brushes a strand of hair out of my face.

“Not really.” I let out a yawn and wiggle to sit up. I don’t know why he even asked. Either way he’s going to try and get me to eat something.

“You’re hungry, you just don’t know it because of the pain meds. I’ll get you something.” He stands from the bed, and I reach out and grab his hand to stop him.

“Good morning,” I say, and his face softens.

“Morning.” He leans down and brushes his mouth against mine. “I’ll put extra butter on your toast.”

I moan. “I’m already in love with you. No need to butter me up.” I wiggle my eyebrows. He lets out a small laugh, but I take it as a win for now. I watch him walk out of the bedroom before I head into the bathroom to make myself a bit more presentable.

I stare in the mirror for a long moment. While all the cuts and bruises have faded, there is still something different about me. So much has happened in such a short amount of time that it feels like I’ve changed too.

I pause when I come out of the bathroom, seeing Rory standing next to Apollo’s desk. He puts his phone into his pocket when he sees me.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“I’m good. Thank you so much for everything.” I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank him enough for all he’s done. Not only for me but he’s been a rock for my mom.

“There’s no need to thank me. You’re going to be a part of this family soon enough.”

I duck my head as my cheeks warm thinking about Apollo and me one day getting married and having babies. I’m not sure how to respond to that, because he’s right.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” Rory begins again.

“You’re protective of your son. I understand that. My mom can be a bear when it comes to me.” He lets out a deep chuckle that sounds so much like Apollo’s.

“You have no idea what your mother is capable of when it comes to you. I can promise you that.” I don’t doubt him. My mom can be as sweet as sugar, but as in most things in life, she can be equally cruel if she needs to. I think it all comes from her childhood.

“She’s a good mom. I think she questions herself sometimes, but I wouldn’t change anything about her. She’s done the best she can.”

“It’s always been the two of you. Lo and I understand that because it’s always been us. I wanted a family but could never find my match and then…”

“My mom?” I laugh. “She can match anything someone throws her way.”

“That she can.” He smiles. “I was honestly worried at first. You are such a sweet girl and very easy to love, as my son has shown.”

“What worried you?” I link my fingers together in front of me and try not to fidget.

“At the same time as I was trying to build a wall I was also trying to pull your mother closer. Even knowing what she was up to all along, I was failing. I worried she’d up and disappear with you. Not only with herself but with you too—a girl that my son was already falling in love with. A girl I knew I could easily see as my daughter if I allowed myself to let it happen.”

“Wow.” I didn’t see that coming. He was only trying to protect Apollo and himself too. “With our past, that’s understandable,” I admit.

“No, it’s not understandable. You’re a young woman, and I shouldn’t have been so cold. I apologize,” he says again. “I want you to stay as long as you like, if not forever.” He pushes off the desk he’s been leaning against. “I’ve been so wrong thinking you could take Lo, instead of realizing that you have made him better. You’ve helped him find himself, and I’ve never been prouder of my son.”

He comes close to me, and before I realize what’s happening, he wraps his arms around me and gives me a hug. The feeling of his kindness and the welcome into his heart makes tears sting my eyes.

“What’s going on?” Apollo asks, the edge clear in his voice. Rory’s arms drop, and he takes a step back. “What the fuck, why is she crying?” He puts the tray of food down and comes to me.

“I’m fine,” I rush to say. “I’m more than fine. Your dad is an amazing man.” I watch as the tension melts from Apollo.

“He is,” he agrees. Rory gives Apollo a side hug before he leaves the bedroom. “Is everything really okay?” he asks me when his father is out of earshot.

“Yes. It was actually nice to clear the air between us.” I walk over and sit down on the bed. “It was a bit awkward being here at first, but now…” I shrug. I’m not in a hurry to go anywhere. After two weeks of sharing a bed with Apollo, it’s going to suck to sleep alone again. Not that we’re even doing more than cuddling.