“I would have come after you, Dinah. Don’t you know that I’ve been trying to figure out all along how to keep you here, or what to do if you did run away?”
“You were?”
“Of course I was. I mean, I’ve made a mess of things myself, and I know that. So maybe I’ve kept myself at some of that distance I’ve accused of you keeping while I was trying to figure out a way to make this work between us. I was always afraid that Patricia would be an issue…”
“I understand your feelings for her, Eric.”
“An issue for you, Dinah. I never wanted you to think I was comparing you, or putting you second. But when you love someone it’s hard to let go. Which is why I wasn’t going to let go of you no matter what happened. Even if I had to go all the way to Costa Rica to get you.”
“You would have?”
“I would have,” he said.
A shuddering sigh over took her. “I loved Molly, and that day when she died, when I kept holding on to her…I
couldn’t bear the pain. That’s why I left nursing. As much as I loved, it just hurt so much, and there was nothing I could do. Molly was going to die and I knew that, but I think I blocked it from my mind because when it happened…I went to pieces, Eric. I went to pieces, and how can you be a good nurse if you get that emotional?”
“The best nurses and doctors do get that involved, Dinah. Loving someone that deeply is never anything to be ashamed of, and hurting when you lose them is natural. You loved a little girl who desperately needed someone in this world to love her, and the Dinah I know will do that again and again because that’s what makes her extraordinary…as a person, as a nurse.”
She paused for a moment, shut her eyes, fighting back the tears. “When Charles pulled me away, physically restrained me and had me sedated, I’d never felt more betrayed…more pain in my life. He told me I was being an idiot, opening myself up to being hurt, that what I was suffering was my fault. That I was weak.”
“Loving someone never makes you weak, Dinah. It’s what makes you strong. Builds you up. Makes you better.”
“But I was so wounded, and I just didn’t want to…to bleed that way anymore. My father, my husband, my fiancé, Molly…I convinced myself it was easier living life alone. That maybe Charles was right.”
“He was wrong, and it’s not easier. I’ve been alone for years and I think I’d convinced myself of the same thing, that it’s easier that way. And it wasn’t the pain I was running from so much as it was the fear of starting over. I’d had everything I’d ever wanted in life then lost so much of it, and for me it just became easier not to want any of it again. I had my work, my girls…By all standards, that makes me a very lucky man. Then I met you, and…”
“I made you miserable.”
“Sometimes, because I had to reevaluate where I was and what I was doing, and, as you’ve seen, I’ve been pretty resistant to that. But you also made me incredibly happy, and I don’ t think I ever counted on having that kind of happiness again. Or maybe I’d convinced myself I didn’t need it. And to be honest, I did feel guilty…not because of Patricia, or moving away from Patricia. I felt guilty because I wasn’t feeling guilty, if that makes any sense. All along I think I expected some huge blanket of guilt to drop down and smother me if I ever looked at another woman…thought of another woman the way I have you. Maybe I even counted on it happening so I wouldn’t have to move on with my life. Then, when that didn’t happen, when I realized that I was getting happier, I wasn’t sure how to handle it.”
“Well, we’re quite the pair, aren’t we? Me running away from the things I love most because I’m afraid of getting hurt, you hiding because you’re afraid of being happy. You know, I wanted you to let me down, Eric. I fought like hell to make you do it so I didn’t have to face myself, and I fell more and more in love with you each and every time you wouldn’t be pushed too far.”
“I know.”
His voice was so gentle it melted her heart. “Every time I did, I wanted you to come and get me. And every time I was so afraid you would, and even more afraid you wouldn’t.”
“I know that, too.”
“And you still want someone as crazy as me raising your daughters?”
“Crazy’s good,” he said. “As long as it’s crazy in love.”
“And I am, Eric. I fought myself and lost miserably. Which means I’ve won everything.”
“Damn, I wish you could be sitting in my lap,” he said. “Because I want to show you how crazy in love feels.”
“You can’t even put your arms around me,” she said, sniffling. “But I can put my arms around you…a little bit. If you trust me to do that without hurting you.” Crossing over to his wheelchair, Dinah bent down and eased her arms around him, barely touching him. But it was a good touch.
A perfect touch.
“Thank you, Eric. You’ve given me everything, and I don’t know how to repay you.”
“Marry me?” he asked, quite simply. “I know this isn’t the most romantic proposal, and just let me warn you that if you say yes, we’re going to do it as soon as we get the license, even with me in this pink leg cast, because I don’t want to spend another day of my life without you. Also be warned, the girls already have the wedding planned. They’ve been working on it for days, and I think their intent is to upstage us.”
She started crying again. “It sounds beautiful…perfect.” She backed away for fear she’d hurt him, and propped herself against the hospital bed.
“It was a long time coming, trying to forget Patricia.”
“But you don’t have to forget her, Eric. She was such an important part of your life…of the lives of three of the people I love most in this world. She took care of you, loved you, gave you two amazing children, and for that I love her, too. So you shouldn’t forget her…none of us should.”
“When I fell in love with you, that’s what I came to realize. It wasn’t about forgetting her. I loved Patricia with all my heart, and that won’t change. But I learned my heart has room to love someone else, too…love someone else with all my heart. And that’s how I love you, Dinah. That day in the rain, when you fought with me, it was like I woke up for the first time in many years.
Woke up, felt alive. Then every time after that…There were so many things in me that I’d put away. Things you reminded me were still there. And I want that with you, Dinah, all of it.”
“You don’t mind pink shoelaces, do you? And pink and purple walls in the girls’ bedrooms? Because we’ve already talked about it and it’s a unanimous decision. Pippa’s walls will be pink on the top half, purple on the bottom, and Paige’s walls will be purple on the top half, pink on the bottom. Not negotiable. The goat is negotiable, though. But not the pony or the dog.” She smiled. “Although I can think of some things I’d love to negotiate on my own. Like a honeymoon,
without the girls,
once you’re healed.”
“Care to tell me what you have in mind for that honeymoon?”
“And get you all excited? That could hurt a man in your condition.”
“My only condition is totally, incurably in love.”
“Well, in that case…” She bent over and gave him a circumspect kiss on the forehead.
“Not good enough.”
Another one on the tip of his nose.
“Not good enough.”
One on each cheek.
“Closer, but still not good enough.”
This time she kissed him on the lips. Tenderly, and rather quickly. But there would be time for more. A lifetime for more. “Oh, and so you’ll know,” she whispered in his ear, “I’m taking over your duties with the rescue team. I think I have a knack for it.”
“You’re not trained for it.”
“I’ll get my training.”
“But you’re getting married, going to be a mother, going to be a nurse…”
Dinah gave him a broad smile, folded her arms across her chest, and looked down at him. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
“You know, you’re sexy when you talk that way. I like a woman who knows what she’s doing.” He arched wicked eyebrows.
“Staying with the man I love is what I’m doing,” she said, taking his face in her hands and going straight for his lips this time. “For the rest of my life.”
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