was showing me something on their phone, then the next thing we knew, we heard Ana scream and fall…”
“It’s not your fault,” Domi said automatically, as another wave of sick fear and worry through her stomach.
My poor baby.
It could have been worse, though.
Thank God, it wasn’t her neck.
“I’m sorry, Mommy, I’m sorry.” Ana started to cry again.
“It’s okay, baby,” Domi said automatically, wanting to comfort her daughter, but it really wasn’t okay. If Ana had fallen and hadn’t hurt herself, Domi would want to wring her neck, but because she had hurt herself, it didn’t seem right to rub that in. Still, she never wanted Ana to do this again. “Now you know why Mommy or Aunt Rae always want to be with you when you climb. No more climbing on your own in the future, okay?” She said it as gently as she could, and pure relief shot through her when Ana did nothing more than nod.
The sound of sirens caught her ear, getting louder as they came closer, and Jordan jumped up.
“I’ll go direct them back here.”
Karen patted Domi’s back. She was so glad they were there to help her keep from totally falling apart when Ana needed her. She would fall apart later once Ana was taken care of.
Mitch
Familiar, bouncing curls caught Mitch’s eye in the last place he’d expected. His heart did a little double thump inside his chest, lifting up in happy anticipation. It sank just as quickly, worry rising up to replace it.
She was walking next to a stretcher the EMTs were bringing in, her entire focus on whoever was on it.
Mitch was on the move before he realized it, blinking with shock when the child, whose hand Domi was holding, came into view. There was no mistaking they were mother and daughter; they looked exactly alike. The little girl, dressed up in a blue princess dress, had a neck brace, an arm brace, and was resting uncomfortably on a bodyboard, eyes red from crying. His heart went out to her immediately—kids were the hardest.
“Hey, Mitch.” Braden greeted him, drawing Domi’s attention. Her head jerked up, and her eyes widened when she saw who the EMT was talking to. Mitch gave her his most reassuring smile. “We have a possible fracture. I think her neck and back are okay, but she should be x-rayed just to be sure.”
“Of course.” Mitch bent over to smile down at the little girl. “Hey sweetheart, we’re going to get you fixed up, okay?” He directed another smile at Domi, who seemed shell-shocked, finding him here at the hospital. It also made him realize how little they’d talked about their day-to-day lives when they were together. He’d never told her where he worked, and all he knew about her job was she did it from home. They’d kept their conversations very focused. “Hey, Domi.”
“Hi.” She blinked as if surprised that she’d spoken.
“You know my mommy?” The little voice piping up was tense with pain but curious.
“Yes, I do. Your mommy and I are friends, so I’m going to take extra special care of you, okay?”
“Okay.” The little girl was still looking at him a little dubiously.
Thankfully, things had slowed down after the car accident this morning, and no one had jinxed them again. Mitch was able to smooth Domi’s way through everything. He was actually starting to get a little worried about her, the way she was acting like an automaton, but she finally relaxed after they got Ana on pain meds, and the little girl was no longer hurting so badly.
Jane gave him a weird look when he hounded the technician to hurry Ana’s x-rays along. Yeah, usually Mitch didn’t try to cut the line, but this was Domi… and her daughter.
Which made him understand a little better why she’d been reluctant to get into a real relationship and why she might want something more stable than a fuck buddy.
Oddly, meeting her daughter and finding out she was a single mom solidified things for him. It didn’t turn him off at all, which was a pretty definitive sign his feelings for her were far more serious than he’d realized. Not that he could focus on that right now or say anything to her about it, but he knew.
“Okay, pretty ladies,” he said, breezing back into the room where they were waiting, pushing the wheelchair in front of him. His shift had technically ended fifteen minutes ago, but he wasn’t going anywhere. “The doctor has signed off, so you