Forever Us (Always and Forever 4)

“Baby!” Kingston runs up to me. Bending, his face meets mine as his hands run rampant over my body, checking for any signs of injury. When his eyes settle on the small bump on my head, he leans in and places gentle kisses atop it. “Fuck, I was so scared when you said you were in a car accident.”

“I’m okay. I promise. Just get me home. I’m a mess.”

“Okay, give me a minute to talk to the officer. Go get in the car. Do you have your purse and everything?” he questions, and I nod, reaching behind me to grab it. “Okay, give me a second and we’ll leave.”

I don’t even hesitate. I’m ready to get home to my son. I watch Kingston exchange some words with the policeman, and after a few minutes, he shakes his hand and joins me in the car.

“Baby, please tell me you’re okay.” He starts up the car and, grabbing my hand in his, he hauls it up to his lips, peppering it with kisses.

“I’m fine. It was just unexpected, nerve-shattering,” I admit.

“Tell me what happened.”

I tell him what little there is to tell. It happened so fast and unexpectedly that I don’t have much story to download.

“What did you tell the officer?” I ask at the end of my story.

“I gave him my number and asked him to call me with any information. I also asked him how often they catch hit and runs.”

“And?” I’m curious to know, because I want this jerk to get caught.

“He said not too often, but they will work on it.” He seems peeved, just like he does when something isn’t done his way.

“Thank you for talking to him.”

“Of course. I want to find this fucker and give them a fucking piece of my mind.”

“I’m really okay. It was more emotional than anything.”

“Yeah, and you’re fragile right now.”

“Amen.”

He keeps looking over at me during the rest of the drive—double, triple checking I’m okay. “Monkey,” I breathe as Kington’s car rolls to a stop in Trey and Shayla’s driveway, feeling a flood of relief.

“You get him packed while I pack up my shit from the guest room.”

I nod, happy that Kingston is coming home after two weeks of me being in an empty house.

Walking in, I instantly hear Prince wailing and crying from the kitchen. My breasts feel heavy and my anxiety begins to spike. I need him; it’s been four hours without him.

“Hey, hey. Mama’s here,” I announce, stepping into the kitchen. I make a few small advances and take hi

m from Shayla’s arm. She has his bottle, but he isn’t taking it. He wants to latch. Oh, thank God, he wants to latch.

“Let me see him. He might want to nurse.” Swooping him into my arms, I cradle him and look behind me to see Trey isn’t in the room. Lifting my tank and bralette, I release my breast and bring him up. The second I do, he latches faster than he ever has.

“Oh, babe, look at him!” Shay says excitedly, my smile infectious.

“I know! He’s hungry. Has he eaten today?”

She tilts her head slightly. “A little, but he put up quite the fight. Must be a Mommy day.”

“Those are my favorite.”

I hear Trey and Kingston approaching, so I keep my back to where their voices are coming from.

“Lana, I’m glad you’re okay. I was really worried when Shay told me.”