Breathe Again (24 page)

Sitting at the bar at the end of a busy shift at Red Velvet, I scrolled through the email, drinking in every word she had written. The longer we were apart, the more numb I got. I was moving through the days like a robot now, every day moving into one. The highlights of my days were now the emails, the calls, and the text messages I received from Savannah.

“An email from Sav?” Blake asked as he took a seat on the stool beside me and nodded in acknowledgement to Jack, who stood behind the bar watching me closely.

“Yep.”

“How’s everything going over there?”

“They are going to try and bring him out of the coma. I don’t think she will be coming home any time soon.” I grabbed the glass of scotch that Jack had pushed towards me and slammed it down, the burn of the strong liquor awakening my senses.

“Go to her, man. Jump online and buy a ticket and get yourself to Australia. Jack can look after the bar and I am off tour for a couple of weeks, so I am more than happy to pour some drinks and swoon some ladies.” He shot me a cocky grin.

“What? And get my bar mentioned in a sexual harassment case?”

“Hey! The ladies never complain.”

The thought of buying a ticket to Sydney and turning up on Sav’s doorstep ignited something within me, arising something I had given up on. Hope. Hope that I could see my son. Hope that I could wrap my arms around Sav and practically kiss her face off. I looked at Blake and Jack, who watched me with encouragement flashing over their faces.

“You know what? What’s stopping me from going there? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.” I pushed back from the stool and walked towards the far couches that lined the walls near the stage for privacy. Collapsing on the couch, I scrolled through my phone until I got to an app that Sav had downloaded onto my phone before she’d left that allowed me to be able to text her. Checking my world clock, I saw that it was seven p.m. there. She would have left the hospital for the night.

Tate: What would you do if I just turned up on your doorstep one day?

Sav: Honestly?

Tate: Always honestly.

Sav: I would probably scream in your face while I cry my eyes out but then I’d pull you into a hug and I would fuck the living daylights out of you and hope to god Max isn’t around to see mummy attacking daddy.

Tate: Jesus Sav, I’m at work and I am about ready to explode in my pants. Fuck I miss everything about you. I want to taste you, I want to be balls deep in you, I want to pull your hair until you whimper but then beg me for more.

Sav: I miss the ache of you being so deep inside me that I can feel you for days.

Tate: I’m booking a flight to see you. I will be there in two weeks. Let me finalize these details for the club opening in Vegas and have my final investor meeting and I’ll be there. If I could get out of these meetings believe me I would. I will stay until the moment I can bring you and Max home.

Silence.

I checked my phone constantly, and for ten long minutes, there was no response. Did she really not want me there? Was this just her way of easing me into the thought of not being together? The longer the minutes clicked over, the more my mind rioted.

Savannah: Say that again.

Tate: I’ll be with you in two weeks.

Savannah: I love you so much.

T
HE MOMENT
I told Savannah I would be coming to Sydney, everything seemed to change. I was happier, I stopped working as much, and I was enjoying life again. Knowing that I would be seeing Max and Savannah in a matter of weeks did a world of difference. I walk walking on cloud nine.

“Tate, can I have a word?”

Jack joined me in the kitchen and I couldn’t help but be aware of the hesitation in his step. His eyes darted back to the living area. He looked completely on edge. After I grabbed my coffee and nodded towards the living room, he followed me in and sat on the chair opposite me.

“Is Tanzi here?” he asked suddenly.

“No. She left about twenty minutes ago.” My suspicion grew by the second. “What’s going on, Jack?”

“You know I love your sister, right?” He dropped his eyes to the floor and swallowed hard. “Look, I am just going to come out and say it.”

The longer he hesitated, the more suspicious I got.

“I am planning on proposing to Tanzi, but I want to ask your permission first. I love your sister, man. I worship the ground she walks on, and I want her to be my fiancée. So, Tate Connors, will you give me permission to propose to Tanzi Connors?”

My best friend was asking for my permission to propose to my twin? I couldn’t hide my excitement. I had been waiting for this moment for years now. When I thought of Tanzi, the only thing I wished for is her utter happiness and for her to be treated like the princess she was, and Jack does that—daily. Of course I had been an asshole to him when he had first come on the scene, but sure enough, he’d kept coming back. And the next thing I knew, he had been sitting on the couch in Tanzi’s and my living room so many years ago. I had done the whole arrogant brother routine, warning him, threatening that if he hurt her that he’d pay—the usual brother spiel. But then we’d surfed together, we’d drunk copious amounts of alcohol together, and eventually he’d become assistant manager of Red Velvet. The rest is history.

“I would be honored for you to marry my sister. You have my full blessing,” I said with pride dripping from my words.

“Thanks, man.”

“So when is the big proposal happening?”

“Next weekend. I just need to organize it.” He flipped on the television before turning back to look at me. “When are you going to ask the big question?”

I considered my answer. Proposing to Savannah had been playing on my mind ever since Max was born. I wanted it to be perfect. I needed it to be perfect for her.

“You never know what will happen in Sydney,” I said with a smirk before turning back to the television and thinking of all the ways I could propose to Sav.

Savannah

I
T HAD
been two weeks since Tate had announced that he was coming to Australia, and now, in less than twenty-four hours, he would be here. The thought of lying in bed with him, having him hold me, kiss me, and of course make love to me sent shivers skyrocketing down my spine. My body was craving the touch that only he could provide and the pleasure that he could deliver. My body knew how long it had been.

Today was going to involve all things Tate Connors. I was banned from going to the hospital as they were finally attempting to bring Mr. Davenport out of his coma and I wasn’t allowed to be in the room for fear of my appearance doing more damage than good. I’d screamed, demanded, and begged, but they wouldn’t have any of it.

Thankfully, I had the perfect distraction. Home and body prep for Tate. Pulling out my phone, I opened my notes app and wrote exactly what I needed to do in the next ten hours before I would be allowed to go to the hospital. I had negotiated with the doctor and he said had that I could visit at five p.m., considering how Mr. Davenport was faring.

My smile took over my face as I busily began typing my to-do list.

Clean apartment

Grocery shop

Wax, buff, and moisturise every inch of my body

Put red satin sheets on bed

Buy new lingerie

Satisfied with my list, I climbed out of bed, wrapping my gown around my body and putting my phone in my pocket in case any news came through. I took off through the quiet space of the apartment towards Max’s room, shocked that he wasn’t already out of bed and begging me to watch cartoons. It was usually our six am ritual.

Quietly opening the door of his room, I felt my heart rate quicken at the sight before me. There he was my little guy, sitting by the sliding glass door with his legs pulled up to his chest, looking out over the beach, peacefully, calmly, and contently. For a minute, I stood in silence, taking in the sight before me. Grabbing my phone from my gown pocket, I took a photo and immediately sent it to Tate with the caption “Like father like son.”

“What are you doing over there, Max?” I asked softly. His head spun around quickly towards me at the sound of my voice.

“Daddy?” he asked, pointing to the guys on the beach going for their morning surf.

Walking across the room with my heart in my throat, I sat beside him on the carpeted floor and immediately he crawled into my lap, wrapping his little arms around my neck and hugging me tight. Every night he would look at a photo of Tate and talk to him. It had been my mission from day one that Max would never forget who his dad was, and knowing he would be seeing him so soon was something I was so excited to be able to give to Max.

“Okay, little man. We have a big day ahead of us. We are going to clean, go shopping, go to the hospital, and then come home because tomorrow I have a very big surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” he asked with wide excited eyes.

“Yep, for you and Mummy but we have a lot to do before we get it.”

F
IVE P.M.
was constantly taunting me, radiating in front of me, begging for me to completely come undone. Finally, at four thirty, Max and I got into the taxi and made our way to the hospital to await news of Mr. Davenport. Justine had been quiet all day and that only intensified my anxiety.

In some fucked-up and crazy way, I had almost felt more calm when he had been in the coma because that was one thing I’d known I could be certain about. My fears were sky high. What if he couldn’t remember us? What if he had no clue who Max was? What if he couldn’t talk or walk? What if he didn’t wake up at all?

“Miss, we are here,” a firm voice said from the front seat. Looking out of the window, I saw the bright lights of St. George Hospital in front of me. Handing him a fifty dollar note, Max and I climbed out of the cab before I propped Max up on my hip and ambled through the double glass doors, making my way through the corridors that I knew like the back of my hand.

Justine stepped out of the room as Max and I turned the corner. Her eyes found mine and I panicked because I couldn’t read them. She rushed up the hall towards me and finally the most welcoming smile I had ever wanted to see took over her face. Instantly I felt my emotions bubble over and my cheeks flooded with pent-up tears I had been holding in all day.

“Justine, what’s going on? Please tell me it’s good news,” I rushed out.

“He is awake, Savannah. He seems to be alert. He is speaking, he has no recollection of the accident, and he is complaining of an intense headache, but that is expected. He knows you are here and he has been asking for you.”

It was as if my prayers had been answered. The past two months had been a blur of tears, stress, separation, and panic, but just hearing that he was awake felt like the biggest weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

“Can I see him?” I whispered hopefully.

“Of course.” She smiled before her eyes dropped their emotion slightly. “But, Savannah, please remember he has just awoken form a severe head trauma. He may be a little disoriented, so just be patient. How about I take Max to get ice cream so you can go and have some time with Mr. Davenport?”

Nodding, I kissed Max and watched as he walked hand in hand with Justine down the hall. When I turned back towards the closed door of Mr. Davenport’s room, my nerves swam freely. I grabbed hold of the door handle and the door swept open quietly.

What I noticed first was the lack of the constant beeping of Mr. Davenport’s breathing machines that had taken over the room at every visit. There was nothing. He was breathing on his own. At the sound of the door opening, Mr. Davenport’s head rolled slowly to the side and a weak smile fell over his face as his eyes met mine, the eyes I hadn’t seen for two long months. I stood frozen to the spot as every emotion I could summon swayed within me. My test tightened and a loud sob escaped my chest as fresh tears streamed down my cheeks. I didn’t know what to do, what to say, whether to move or turn around and leave and try to wake up from this dream.