and Tucker can’t see to the blood draws,” Garrett pointed out. “Besides, it’s not my place to be there with her,” he muttered, despite the pull he felt. The last thing he wanted to do was force himself in her life.
“You’re right,” Tucker agreed as he turned, following the horse’s path. “Best you stay here and be useless, because your focus is anywhere but on what you’re supposed to be doing this morning.”
“And I’m sure Hannah prefers to be alone in that big old hospital with no one to turn to if she starts feeling overwhelmed with everything,” Jackson tossed out. “And with her baby being in neonatal ICU, you can pretty much bet she’s at least a little fearful—”
“Point made,” Garrett grumbled. If he wasn’t already worried about Hannah, he would be hard-pressed not to be after his brothers’ guilt-inducing comments. But she’d refused to let him call her father the night before. She’d said she’d needed a little time to let everything sink in, and that even if her father had wanted to come to the hospital to be with them he couldn’t. Not while he was sick.
“Someone should be there for her.”
“I could go after I’m done here,” Tucker volunteered as he relaxed his posture, signaling for the horse circling about him to slow down. “Seeing as how you’re digging in your heels at the thought of doing it. I could pick up Autumn on the way. I’m sure she’d like to know how Hannah’s doing, her having helped with her baby’s birth and all.”
Garrett shot his youngest brother an incredulous look. “Appears I’m not the only one lacking focus today. Yours is supposed to be on that horse right now, not on other people’s conversations.”
Tucker chuckled. “What can I say? The good Lord blessed me with the ability to be a successful multitasker.”
“He is, at that,” Jackson agreed. “Listen, I’m almost done here. Why don’t I run over to the hospital and sit with Hannah for a few hours, seeing as how you and Tucker are going to have your hands full for a while with breaking horses and performing vet duties?”
His brother’s suggestion immediately had Garrett rethinking his decision to put off going to the hospital until after he’d done blood draws. There was no reason he couldn’t finish them up on the remaining horses later that day, or even tomorrow, for that matter.
“I rescued Hannah and her baby from that rising creek,” he said determinedly. “That makes them my responsibility. So, if anyone’s going to the hospital to sit with her, it’s going to be me. I can see to the blood work later.”
Jackson’s mouth tugged up at one side, displaying the lone dimple all three brothers had inherited from their father. “Far be it from us to try and usurp your responsibility, big brother.” He started for the barn, calling back over his shoulder, “Tell Hannah she’s in my thoughts.”
“Give her my regards as well,” Tucker called out as he turned, gaze fixed on the young mare he was working with as he queued her to speed up.
With only a wave of acknowledgment, Garrett walked away. He would go to the hospital, but he was only going to stay long enough to make certain Hannah and the baby were doing all right. He didn’t want to feel as if he needed to be there with Hannah and her son. Didn’t want to care more than he already did in the brief time since he’d come across Hannah’s partially submerged car at the washed-out bridge. Because other than the love he held for his family, he preferred not to care with any real depth for anyone else ever again.
He had just reached his truck when his mother called out to him from the chicken coop, “Garrett!”
Turning, he started toward her, meeting her halfway. “I was just—”
“Heading to the hospital,” she finished for him as she switched the basket of eggs she’d collected to the crook of her other arm.
“How did you know?” he asked in surprise.
“Because I know you, and you’re not the type of man to leave something unfinished.”
He looked at her questioningly.
His mother tilted her head to look up at him, the morning sun glinting off her smiling face. “You’re the reason Hannah and her son are alive today, with the good Lord’s guiding hand, of course,” she was quick to add.
“He’s not her son,” he said. “She was carrying that little boy for her sister who died in a car accident a few months ago.”
“I know,” she said, her eyes filled with compassion. “Jackson explained things to me when he called for us to come over and help with the baby’s birth. And then Hannah filled in the rest when Autumn and I were helping to deliver her baby. Such a heartbreaking way to become someone’s mother. And that’s what she is now—that boy’s mother. Something Hannah might not have even had the chance to experience if you hadn’t come along when you did.”
He nodded in agreement.
“That being the case,” his mother went on, “it only stands to reason that you would feel the need to look in on them today and for however long they’ll be in the hospital. The three of you will forever share a very special connection.”
“What if I’d rather not feel any sort of connection to them?” he muttered with a frown.
His mother’s expression softened even more. “Honey, I know you’d rather live your life free of any sort of emotional entanglements, but they’re a part of life. No matter how large or how small, they help to shape the man you are and the man you will become.”
He was content with the man he was now. He had a good life. A supportive family. A successful veterinary business. Part ownership of a thriving rodeo stock company. He didn’t need shaping, and he certainly didn’t want entanglements of any sort.
“Your needs aside,” she said in that motherly tone he knew so well, “you and I both know there are still going to be some hard days ahead for Hannah. Not only with her own physical and emotional recovery, but with the baby’s health as well.”
“Garrett Austin,” he said, recalling Hannah’s words the afternoon prior.
His mother looked up at him in confusion. “What?”
“Hannah asked if I would mind if she named her son after me.”
His mother’s eyes teared up. “What a truly touching thing for her to do.”
Ignoring the lump that formed in his throat, Garrett muttered, “I just hope Hannah doesn’t regret that decision down the road.”
“Whatever makes you think she’ll regret it?”
“Because she’s been through so much,” he explained. “Losing her mother, and then her sister and brother-in-law so close together. Then having to come to terms with the knowledge that she’s going to be the one raising her sister’s son. And if that wasn’t enough for one person to shoulder, she got caught up in a flash flood while in labor. She might have second thoughts on a name she chose when her emotions were so taxed.”
His mother nodded. “It’s true. That poor dear has had more than her share of tough times. But she’s here, her son’s here, because of your selfless actions yesterday. You and I both know how easily that ground along the side of the creek could have given way while you sought to rescue Hannah from her car. Garrett, you took such a risk to save them.”
He could hear the worry in her voice. “But it didn’t. Although I admit I did a fair amount of praying yesterday.” The second he’d realized someone was trapped inside that partially submerged car, he knew he would have done whatever he could to help. “From the moment Hannah looked up at me through the driver’s side window, her eyes wide with fear, I knew I couldn’t—wouldn’t
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