Saving Ever After (Ever After #4)

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Authors: Stephanie Hoffman McManus
Ky insisted he had a part in
it.
    “I’m really
glad you came, Mia,” Jax said as we were making our goodbyes not too much
later. “Sorry you had to spend all day in the hospital. I hope you’re settling
in alright here. I know Sadie is really excited that you decided on a school in
Boston.”
    “Thanks. I
really like it here,” Mia said shyly. “And congratulations. Your son is really
beautiful. Um, if you guys ever need a babysitter, well, uh, I don’t have much
experience with babies, and I’m sure you guys could probably find someone
better . . .” Mia started to trail off.
    “We’ll
definitely keep you in mind, Mia,” Jax said. “I’m sure you’d be a wonderful
babysitter.” Mia grinned at that.
    I leaned
down and hugged Jax since Ky was now holding Abel, but as we were making our
goodbyes, the nurse came back in to take him to the nursery for the night.
    “How long do
you guys have to stay?” I asked Jax once the nurse was gone.
    “Well, Abel
is healthy and strong, and I seem to be recovering fine, so if no problems
arise, we should all get to go home sometime tomorrow. We’ll let you know, and
then you guys can come over and see Abel again. Maybe then Ky will let you hold
him,” she chuckled, looking fondly at her husband who hadn’t been willing to
give Abel up from the moment we walked into the room, until the nurse had just
taken him away.
    “I’ve
already had to share him with too damn many people today. You all can wait your
fucking turns,” he grumbled, but there was a smile on his face that he couldn’t
hide.
    After saying
goodnight, the three of us made our way out of the hospital, and by this time,
the photographers were gone, so we were able to get to our cars without being hassled.
Spade headed home, presumably, and I made my way through the city toward Boston
University with Mia riding quietly in the passenger seat.
    “So what
dorm are you in?” I asked her.
    “Myles
Standish.”
    “Nice,” I
said, “but not usually a lot of freshmen in there.” If I remembered correctly,
most freshmen were placed in West Campus or the Towers.
    “There’s a
few of us. I think my dad felt guilty about how much of a mess everything has
been with him and Mom, and that he couldn’t come help me get moved in, so he
paid for me to have a big room to myself. No communal bathroom for me,” she
joked halfheartedly, but I got the impression that she couldn’t give a rip
about what room she was in. I had experience with a parent who tried to buy off
her kids to ease her guilt. I knew it rarely meant shit.
    “How are
things between you and your parents?”
    She just
shrugged. “Okay, I guess.” She was quiet for a minute and then added solemnly,
“They’re getting a divorce.”
    “I’m sorry.
I know how rough that can be.”
    “Yeah, I
guess,” she said as we pulled up out front of her residence building, “but it’s
whatever.” I could tell she was putting up a front, acting like she wasn’t
bothered by it, but she wouldn’t have brought it up if it wasn’t upsetting her.
“Thanks for the ride, Chris,” she grabbed the door handle, climbing out of the
car and, without looking back, hurried inside.
    I watched
her go, wishing I’d had better words for her besides, I’m sorry, but
then my phone started ringing with a familiar ringtone and Mia was inside and
out of sight. I picked it up, sliding my finger on the screen to answer. “Hey
babe, I’m on my way to your place right now.”
    As much as I
felt for Mia and what she was going through, there wasn’t anything I could do
about it. She was tough and would hopefully figure out how to navigate this
messy shit life was throwing at her.
    It was
almost another month before I saw her again, and in that time, I tried to put
her out of my mind completely, but there were a few times I was unsuccessful
and wondered how she was doing, but I never brought it up with Sadie or Ace to
ask.

Chapter 4
    Mia
     
    “Holy shit,
you’re getting

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