There wasn’t a more beautiful sight on the damn planet than Bella’s confused eyes staring up at me as I cried like a little kid, but I couldn’t help it. I’d missed her voice, those sweet eyes, her touch. And it was coming at me all at once.
“I see I just made it in time,” my dad said, ripping back the curtain and patting my shoulder. “It’s okay, son.”
“She’s waking up,” I said needlessly, but my heart was about to crush my chest, it was pounding so hard.
Dad gazed down at Bella, smiling a little. “There she is,” he crooned to her, checking her eyes and then her pulse. “You gave us quite the scare, Bella, but don’t try to talk if you’re not ready...”
She huffed, frowned, and shifted a bit, but when her gaze finally cleared just a little, those sweet brown eyes that I’d missed so damn much locked onto my face again.
“Edward?” she rasped, trying to swallow.
“Hey, baby,” I sighed in so much relief that I practically felt dizzy. “Just relax, okay? Let Dad check on you.”
She gazed up at my dad, and he smiled again, saying, “Bella, there was an accident and you hit your head pretty hard. I just want you to relax for me, all right?”
She nodded, whispering, “’Kay.”