As she was just taking a catnap, she woke from the slightest noise.
Diarmuid arched his back and took Tommy from her arms. “Sleep in the room if you want. Things get noisy in the living room.”
“I’m not sleepy,” Abigail whispered—she was playing with Tommy for a while until she got drowsy.
She got up and went to get a drink, while Diarmuid carried Tommy to his room and put him to bed.
When Diarmuid returned to find Abigail spacing out, he approached her and asked, “What’s on your mind? Why do you look so out of it?”
Abigail came to her senses and put down her glass before turning to look at him. “I… I did something rash today.”
Diarmuid loosened his neck tie and took off his jacket as he sat down on the couch, watching her as he said, “Do tell.”
Abigail told him everything that happened today, and Diarmuid frowned slightly afterward. “That was rash— you’ve already done all you’re supposed to do after you sent Dennis Turner to the hospital. The surgery performed without his family’s consent, and with that untested artificial heart? What if he died? How would you take responsibility for that?”
Abigail was actually nervous too, but she just did not let it show.
“The surgery was a success, but he’s still under observation. Whether Director Turner lives is… unknown.”
Staring at her for a couple heartbeats, Diarmuid asked, “Would you do it again if you were allowed to choose again?”
“Yes,” Abigail answered without hesitation.
She did not regret her own choice, because not doing it meant death!
If others did not understand that, then so be it.
Even so, she was hoping that Diarmuid would.
“Since you’ve done it, then don’t dwell on it. I’ll help you should anything happen,” Diarmuid told her.
Abigail felt a little relieved even as she watched him.
She felt warm inside, and so much more secure!
She walked up and sat beside him, leaning into his arms as she said, “You’re amazing.”
“You only think that now?” Diarmuid asked, raising a brow.
Abigail looked up, immediately seeing his strong chin and his chiseled jawline.
“I always did.”
She smiled, fiddling at his collar as she fawned over him. “You’ve always been amazing.”
She succeeded in amusing him, as his eyes narrowed from his grin.
He pinched her cheek lovingly and tenderly just then. “Fine.”
Abigail raised her lips to give him a peck on the chin and started to move up to his lips when she unwittingly noticed the person standing at the doorway.
She jumped from surprise, her cheeks flushing immediately!
Flustered, she leapt to her feet in reflex!
Abigail complained, “What are you doing sneaking around, Mom?!”
“You were too busy to notice me,” Sheryl Harris retorted. “Also, I’ve always been quiet here at home.”
Abigail was speechless.
So, her own mother saw her kissing Diarmuid? She could die from embarrassment!
Sheryl certainly knew that her daughter was easily self-conscious, and she smiled. “I didn’t see a thing.”
Abigail was speechless again.
That just meant Sheryl did see! Why else would she say that?
Turning around and heading to her room, Sheryl continued, “You guys keep doing what you were doing. Just pretend I was never here.”
Abigail was speechless again.
While people embarrassed themselves away from home, she somehow ended up doing it… in her own home!
Shooting Diarmuid a look, she snapped, “It’s all your fault.”
Diarmuid was speechless.
Why was she blaming him? She was the one who kissed him! How was that his fault?
Nonetheless, Abigail turned and headed upstairs, jumping into bed and hiding herself beneath the blanket.
Diarmuid followed her and stood by the bed as he said, “It’s alright. It’s your mom, and not some stranger. And it’s just a kiss.”
Abigail ignored her, so he moved on top of her, with the blanket between them.
Abigail shoved him right then. “I can’t breathe.”
Diarmuid smiled, and reached underneath the blanket…
Abigail poked her head out then, and blinked. “What are you doing?”
“Just doing what you’re doing,” Diarmuid said quietly and unhurriedly.
“And what did I do?” she asked.
He leaned in to kiss her and moved downward to gently bite her chin, speaking through his teeth, “Kiss me.”
Abigail wrapped her hands around his neck then and gave him the kiss she did not!
She then moved down and tugged at his shirt, unbuttoning it…
Diarmuid lowered his gaze, rasping slightly, “Are you in your right mind?”
Abigail replied, “I am…”
She proved it with action as well, wrapping her legs around him.
Diarmuid put one hand around her waist and then held her thigh with the other, carrying her to the bathroom.
They stayed there for a long while before coming out.
Abigail was utterly limp, and Diarmuid put a towel on as she carried her out.
“Go to sleep. I’ll come get you for dinner later,” Diarmuid said, pulling the blanket over her.
Abigail was too tired to even open her eyes. “No, just let me sleep. I don’t think I’d fall asleep again if you wake me.”
“Alright,” Diarmuid said, gently patting her on the back. “Now, sleep.”
Diarmuid headed downstairs alone during dinner.
Sheryl did not ask a thing, but Mrs. Watson did since she did not know what happened. “Didn’t Mrs. Althoff come home early today?”
Diarmuid helped Tommy to his highchair while answering, “She’s been working hard and didn’t really get any rest. I’m letting her sleep, but keep some food warm just in case she wakes up later and feels hungry.”
“Okay.” Mrs. Watson nodded.
Tommy pouted. “I want Mommy to feed me.”
Diarmuid gave him a look. “Do it yourself.”
That only left the boy pursuing his lips further, his eyes welling with tears.
Sheryl came over. “Here, I’ll feed you.”
Diarmuid stopped her, however, and carried him away from the dining room.
They soon returned, and whatever Diarmuid told Tommy, the boy started eating by himself after Diarmuid brought him back.
“He’s just a toddler. It’s normal if he acts spoiled…” Sheryl began, but soon realized she spoke out of turn.
Modern people had their own ideas about their children’s education and she should not interfere.
Quickly changing the conversation, she said, “Alright. Let’s eat!”
…
Abigail woke up at past one in the morning and she could not fall asleep again no matter what she did.
As she tossed and turned around, she woke Diarmuid.
“You’re awake? Are you hungry?”
Abigail shook her head and got out of bed to get changed. “I need to go.”
Diarmuid frowned. “Where to? It’s the middle of the night.”
Abigail soon found the right clothes and got changed while telling him, “Just sleep. I’m going to the hospital.”
However, Diarmuid was suddenly wide awake and sat up. “Why? Are you worried.”
“Yeah, I am,” Abigail admitted.
Diarmuid got out of bed in turn and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Be nice. It’s the middle of the night—just sleep, and don’t think anything about it.”
Abigail turned and looked at him then. “Did you know that I was being that eager today?”
Diarmuid blinked his thick lashes a couple times. “Why?”
“To distract myself.”
She did not want to keep thinking about Dennis Turner, but she had yet to receive a call, which meant that Dennis’s life was still in the balance—it could still be either death or good news.
Diarmuid furrowed his brows so hard his brows almost knotted together.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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