Unforgivably Broken (The Broken Series Book Two) by Maegan Abel Page A

like he was a part of me. I hated how it felt completely and utterly right.
    He brushed my hair aside before laying his head behind mine on my pillow. “I’m sorry I was selfish. I shouldn’t have walked away. There’s no excuse for what I did but I know I was wrong. In th at moment, with everything else you’d told me, all I could suddenly think about was how you being nineteen might affect my life. But it doesn’t. It doesn’t change who you are or how I feel about you.” His lips were continuously brushing against the back of my neck as he spoke and I was having trouble focusing on his words. “I love you, Pix. That won’t change. Ever.”
    The catch in my breath gave away the impending tears, though I tried desperately to hide them. His hand slid around my hip to my stomach, pulling me tighter against him and hugging me to his body as I tried to find a way to explain my fears.
    Finally, I dropped my hands from where they were clutching the blanket up to my chin, and laced my fingers over his. I brought his hand up and rested our interlocked fists against my chest.
    “My heart,” I said, hoping he understood that his fear of me leaving him was the same fear I had about him. A fear he almost confirmed tonight.
    He let out a heavy breath, squeezing my fingers as he repeated my response from earlier. “Mine, too.”
     

    When I woke again, the fuzziness from earlier, along with the fear, seemed to be gone. But so was Zane. My back was cold and the blanket was tucked carefully around me. The light filtering through the living room windows told me it was morning and the sound of dishes in the kitchen told me someone else was awake. Conner’s loud laugh floated down the hall and I heard someone shushing him.
    I peeked in Zane’s room as I passed and, seeing it empty, continued toward the kitchen. I could hear the water running so I knew either Zane or Paige were in the bathroom. When I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I spotted Conner and Tish sitting next to each other at the table, both trying to eat left-handed and both making a huge mess.
    “What the heck are you two doing?”
    Conner looked up at me, his eyes bright with his happy mood. “LeeLee, guess what! Uncle Teesh is taking me to his work and he’s gonna let me sit in the chair while he tattoos Transformers on my cast.” He lightly wiggled his arm that was in the sling as he spoke.
    “Really?” I played into his excitement, moving to sit across from them at the table.
    “Uh huh,” Conner nodded, concentrating on trying to take a bite of his food again with his left hand.
    “Here, try this,” I said, reaching across the table and helping him readjust his grip on the spoon so his fist was wrapped around it completely. He tried again, this time making less of a mess as the spoon stayed more stable in his hand. He beamed at me.
    “Can you do it?”
    “Eat with my left hand?” I asked. He nodded. “I can. I’m ambidextrous so I can use both.” His eyes widened in awe and I winked at him before he tried again for another bite.
    “Where’s Zane?” I asked Tish, wanting to verify whether it was him in the shower.
    “He’s getting ready. He ha s some stuff to take care of this morning so he asked Kas and I to watch Conner for a few hours.”
    “Oh,” I said, trying to figure out why he didn’t just ask me to watch Conner.
    “Daddy, did you know LeeLee is ambersextrous?” Conner asked and I looked over my shoulder just as Zane paused mid-step, his smile melting into a confused expression.
    Tish burst out laughing beside Conner, who glared at him and I had to cover my own mouth with my hand to hide my smile.
    “What?” Zane asked.
    “Ambidextrous,” I said , pronouncing the word slower to Conner whose face pinched as he watched me.
    “That’s what I said.”
    Zane stepped up behind me and dropped a kiss on top of my head. “You two are corrupting my son again,” he said, his voice disapproving.
    “It was completely