The moment Heath walked into the room, Chelsea didn’t care about anything else—not her mother who was gasping and lost. Not her father who needed a moment to put the pieces together. Not her brother who wanted to punch him in the face but couldn’t because he’d promised.
He rushed to Chelsea’s side. “How are you? Are you okay?”
“I am now,” she said. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Heath!” Karen said. “I… don’t know what to say. I wish we would’ve known.”
“We didn’t think you’d be happy for us,” he said with a shrug and then turned and looked at Mike. “We knew Mike would be mad.”
“I was at first,” Mike said, running his hand through his hair and taking a few moment before he said, “but it’s clear you and Chelsea are in love. I’m just glad my nephew has two good parents to take care of him.”
