Dawson Family Boxset: Books 1-3 with Bonus Content
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“Mom,” Logan interrupts. “She doesn’t know either.”
“I really don’t. Neither does Archer,” I assure her.
Mom takes her hand off my stomach. “Where is Archer?”
“Sleeping upstairs.”
Logan gets up and goes to the fridge. “Why is he so tired?”
“Yeah,” Owen goes on. “He must be pretty worn out.”
“Stop it, you two,” I say through gritted teeth.
Logan grabs two beers and gives one to Owen. “I don’t know what you’re talking about? I’m asking a simple question.” He’s not looking at me as he talks, but at Dean. Dean is staring at his phone, pretending to be so into whatever he’s reading he doesn’t hear them.
“Right,” Owen says. “What was Archer doing earlier?”
Mom, who’s oblivious to everything, picks up the spoon and goes back to the sauce she was stirring on the stove. “He told me he came from work. He was checking on patients.”
“Yeah,” Owen snickers. “I’m sure he was doing thorough exams.”
“Seriously,” I warn, shooting him my best shut the fuck up look. Taking a spot next to Logan, I reach over and grab a carrot. “How’s wedding planning going?” I ask Kara, though that’s a sore subject on its own.
“Good.” She sets the bridal magazine she’s looking at down and fakes a smile. If I haven’t given birth by the time their wedding rolls around, there’s a good chance I’ll go into labor during the ceremony. She perks up, happy to talk about the wedding. “I finally picked the colors and I think I found my dress.”
“Oh, that’s exciting. Do you have a picture of it?”
“I do!” She pulls out her phone and comes around, not letting Dean see.
“It’s gorgeous,” I whisper. “You’re going to look stunning.”
“Thanks.” She goes back to her spot and opens the magazine, showing me centerpiece ideas she likes. “I’m starting to go into panic mode though. We don’t have much time and there’s so much to do.”
“You know we’re here to help with whatever.”
“Thanks,” she says again. “We’re leaning more towards something low-key yet elegant.”
“I like that idea.”
Kara smiles and looks down at the magazine again. “So far, we’re thinking of having the ceremony in the late afternoon, then do pictures, a cocktail hour, and then the reception.”
“That’ll be really nice.”
“We hope so. If only the weather would be nice then, right?”
“It can snow in March,” Owen says.
“Everything is inside, so we should be fine,” Dean finally speaks for the first time.
“I saw the new renovations to the venue on their website,” I say. “It’s so pretty.”
“It’s like a fairytale!” Kara agrees.
“I forgot to ask you, Quinn,” Mom says and turns the burner off. “Is Jamie coming to the reveal tomorrow?”
“Yeah, she’ll be here.”
“I’m so excited for another grandbaby!” Mom beams.
Kara purses her lips together, annoyed talk of her wedding was interrupted with baby talk. It’s going to be that way until the baby is born, and I can totally understand both her and Dean’s frustration with it. It’s their day, and they deserve to have it be about them.
Then again, I shouldn’t have to downplay anything just to spare their feelings. I sigh, putting my hand on my stomach. Can’t we just all get along? Though really, having Dean’s panties all in a wad over the fact his wedding and my due date are two days apart is nothing compared to the strained relationship between Archer and Bobby.
12
Archer
“Look at you!” Mom coos, going right for Quinn’s belly. Quinn grins and bears it, and I mouth sorry to her, knowing she doesn’t like to have her stomach touched. “That’s a definite baby bump. She’s so precious, Archer.” Mom steps away, throwing her arms around me. She wasn’t always overly affectionate, but seeing your eldest son repeatedly knock on death’s door does something to you.
“She is,” I agree. “I think I’ll keep her.”
“How are you feeling?” Mom asks Quinn, following us into the house. We’re having dinner first, and Mrs. Dawson went all out with the food. This wasn’t supposed to be a big ordeal. Quinn and I wanted our family and that’s it, but it’s grown to more of a party-party than a small dinner party. We woke up this Saturday morning to Mrs. Dawson bustling about the kitchen, starting the cooking and cleaning early.
I didn’t expect my parents to come all this way down from Michigan, but Mom insisted she and Dad needed the break. Which they do. I haven’t asked about Bobby but haven’t been told he’s dead or in a coma yet, so that’s something.
“A little better,” Quinn tells her. “Still sick, but it’s worth it, right?”
“Oh, it is. And I feel like I should warn you. Both my babies were big. Archer was nine and a half pounds.”
Quinn makes a face and I laugh, wrapping my arm around her waist. She’s wearing a pale pink dress. It’s form-fitting, showing off the little baby bump she has going on. We go into the house, and I reintroduce my parents to Logan, Owen, and Weston. They’ve only met once or twice before.
My phone rings, and I’m sure it’s the hospital.
“Need to take it?” Quinn asks, looking at the caller ID.
“Yeah. I have a patient not doing well.”
“Go.” She motions to her dad’s office. “It’s quiet in there.”
“Thanks,” I answer, stepping into the office. Instead of bad news, the nurse is calling with current lab results and wants to know if I have new orders for her. I go over a few things, happy with the small progress my patient is making. When I go back to the party, I find Quinn in the kitchen, talking with both her mom and mine. She smiles as soon as she sees me and my heart swells in my chest.
“How’s your patient?” she asks, reaching for my hand.
“He’s doing better. I just had to go over lab work and give a few new orders.”
“We were talking about you, you know,” my mom says.
“Uh-oh. Do I want to know what you were saying?” I step closer to Quinn.
She laughs and tips her head up to mine. “We were just saying how proud we are of you.”
Mom leans in. “I might brag about my son the surgeon, just a bit.” She winks, and Bobby’s words come crashing down on me. Yeah, I’m fucking proud of myself too. It takes hard work and dedication to get through med school. It takes skill and talent to be able to slice people open, remove and rearrange internal organs, and have them not only live but leave in better shape than when they came in.
I’m a good doctor.
I should be proud.
Dammit, Bobby.
Mrs. Dawson smiles and looks at Quinn. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I brag about this one to anyone who’ll listen. Though I have the hardest time explaining what she does.”
Quinn laughs. “I have a hard time explaining it too. I’ve settled on calling myself a professional super nerd. But really, Arch, I am proud of you.”
“Yes,” Mom agrees. “And now you’re almost done.”
Quinn laughs. “Until he gets that trauma fellowship, which I’m sure he will.”
The smile disappears from my mother’s face. “More school? Even with a baby on the way?”
“It’s not as long as a residency, right?” Quinn asks, and her hand subconsciously lands on her belly.
“Right. It’s typically a year or two.”
“Would you stay at the same hospital?” Mrs. Dawson asks.
“No. I’m not sure where I’d end up. I’d love to get in at a trauma center. The more injuries, the better. For learning, I mean,” I say slowly, trying not to notice the way my own mother is looking at me. A year or two doesn’t sound long compared to what I’ve already been through, but missing a year of my child’s life…being away from Quinn…is it worth it in the end?
* * *
“I didn’t get a chance to tell you congratulations,” Mom says to Dean. We’re halfway through dinner and I’m getting full already. Everyone is crowded around the dining room table. It’s just like college when Dean and I would make the drive here just for dinner. I put my hand on Quinn’s thigh and turn to look at her. Maybe tonight I’ll tell her—finally tell her—just how much she means to me.
She wants to take things slow, and I think we are. We’re finding out what we’re having today and are bordering on the second trimester. I don’t know exactly what Quinn wants to expect. Whose last name is the baby going to take? Does she want to move in together?
If I get the fellowship, then that might not matter…
“Thank you,” Dean says, taking Kara’s hand to show off her ring.
“So when is the big day?”
Dean reaches for his water. “March sixteenth.”
“Oh.” Mom’s eyes widen. “The day before Archer’s birthday.” And two before Quinn is due. Thank you, Mom, for not bringing it up. “How nice. Are you having it around here?”
Kara gives her details, and Dean does his best not to look up across the table or at anyone else for that matter. Jackson slides out of his chair and crawls under the table, ignoring Weston telling him not to, and comes over to Quinn.
“Hey, buddy,” she says and sits him on her lap. He leans over, gently poking Quinn’s belly. Then he looks at me and Quinn’s belly again.
“Is that what Uncle Dean is mad?” he asks.
“What do you mean?” Quinn turns her head down to look at him.
“I heard Uncle Dean say Uncle Archer put a baby inside you. But how? Did it hurt? Did you swallow it like a watermelon seed and now it’s going to grow big and big and bigger?”
Quinn’s mouth falls open and she looks at me for help. I have no idea what to say either, and I’m becoming more and more aware of everyone else staring at us.
“If she swallowed it,” Owen starts, “then there wouldn’t—” He cuts off when Logan kicks him hard under the table.
Quinn’s cheeks are turning red, and everyone from her grandma to my dad are staring at her. Weston twists in his chair, glaring at his younger brother. “Why don’t we let Uncle Dean explain this one since he’s going around talking about it.”
“Okay,” Jackson says with a smile and looks at Dean. “Where did Uncle Archer get the baby? Why is it in Winnie’s belly? Why didn’t he just give it to her?” His brows furrow together and then he looks horrified. “How does it come out?”
Everyone sits in stunned silence for a good thirty seconds.
“Excellent questions,” Mrs. Dawson says, getting up. She goes around the table and takes Jackson from Quinn and goes into the kitchen, saying something about chocolate.
“Really?” Kara whisper-yells at Dean, narrowing her eyes. She shakes her head and grabs her glass of wine, downing the whole thing in one go. The tension between the two of them is tangible, and Quinn is going back and forth between staring daggers at Dean and looking so embarrassed she might cry. Everyone is quiet, and as each second goes by, it’s getting more and more awkward.
“So Archer,” Logan starts, pushing his food around on his plate. “Do doctors really wear Crocs or is that a TV myth?”
“I do in surgery. They’re comfortable and don’t stain easily.”
“Stain?” Jamie asks, looking past Quinn at me. “What are you walking in that’ll stain your shoes?”
“It’s not what I’m walking in. It’s what might leak or splash on me during surgery or when I’m taking care of patients after. The worst I had was a wound drain somehow falling apart and splattering all over me.”
“Gross,” Quinn says, making a face. “How does that not gross you out?”
I shrug. “It just doesn’t. I changed after, of course. Wound drains smell.”
Owen shakes his head. “And I thought cleaning up puke at the bar on Sunday mornings was bad.”
Quinn’s mom and Jackson come back to the table. “Sounds like I’m missing a lovely conversation.” She looks pointedly at the twins. “Though I will admit I was curious about the shoes too. You’re on your feet for so long.”
“What was your longest surgery, Archie?” Mom asks. “Ten hours?”
I nod. “That’s my longest so far.”
“Serious question,” Mr. Dawson asks. “What do you do if you have to use the bathroom during an operation.”
“You scrub out and go. If a surgery is rather long, there’s usually another surgeon in there anyway. And during long procedures, I tell my team to take breaks if they need them. I’d rather have a nurse step out for five minutes than pass out from being dehydrated. It’s usually hot in the OR.”
Mr. Dawson playfully elbows his wife. “Still think those romance doctor shows are realistic?”
“Archer won’t watch those with me,” Quinn says with a laugh. “He critiques it the whole time.”
Nodding, I smile at Quinn. “It drives me crazy.”
The conversation comes back to the table, and the awkwardness fades away. Once we’re done with dinner, Mrs. Dawson and my mother clear the table. I offer to help but am shooed away, being told to go sit with Quinn who started feeling sick. It was the first time in a while she ate everything on her plate and having a full stomach can make anyone not feel well.
Quinn is in the living room with Jamie, and I sit on the couch next to her. Quinn rests her head on my shoulder and I drape my arm around her body.
“You know what’s weird to think about?” Quinn starts, stretching out her legs. “Like ten or twelve years ago, we could have been in this very spot. All of us.”
“We used to bicker over who got to sit by you,” Jamie laughs.
“I know,” I tell them both. “I already told Quinn, but you two were obvious back then.”
“I thought we were so sly,” Jamie laughs. “It’s crazy how things turned out.”
“Yeah, it is.” I lean over and give Quinn a quick kiss. She closes her eyes, and after a few minutes of resting, she feels better enough to get up and fix her hair before we open a box full of either pink or blue balloons.
As soon as Quinn leaves, my dad comes and sits next to me.
“Mom said you’re thinking about a fellowship?”
“Yeah. For trauma surgery.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want to do?”
“It is,” I assure him.
Dad just nods, and I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing as Mom…which is what I’m thinking now.
“Where’s Quinn?” Kara asks, coming into the living room. “The box is out, and I can’t promise Mrs. Dawson won’t accidentally open it.”
I laugh. “She went to fix her hair. I’ll find her.”
I leave the living room and get cornered by Quinn’s grandmother, who openly hit on me the last time I spoke with her.
“Hello, doctor,” she says and eyes me up and down. “Come here.”
“I, uh, I need to find Quinn,” I stammer.
“She can’t know what we’re doing.”
Oh God.
“What?”
“Keep your voice down.” She grabs my hand and pulls me forward. She’s too old to be this strong. “Act natural if anyone comes in.” We go into Mr. Dawson’s office and Nana shuts the door behind us. I spent over ten years in school yet nothing has prepared me for this.
“Quinn is my only granddaughter,” Nana starts. Wait. Quinn has two female cousins. “Well, the only one who’s dating a man I tolerate. I more than tolerate you.” She winks and reaches into the little sequined purse she’s carrying. “Which is why I want you to have this.”
I blink, staring at the ring in Nana’s fingers. “It was mine,” she says softly. “It’s nothing fancy, and the ring won’t fit Quinn. But I want you to have it, take the diamonds and make it into something Quinn would like.”
I take the delicate ring, unable to say anything.
“I can tell you love her.” Nana curls my finger
s around the ring and pushes my hand away. “And call me old-fashioned—what have you—but you knocked her up. You should marry her.”
Yes, she is old-fashioned. The problem isn’t me not wanting to marry Quinn. It’s me not knowing if Quinn wants to marry me. Not yet at least.
“Take your time.” Nana zips her purse. “But not too much time. I don’t have much longer left to live.” She gives me a wink and leaves the office. I’m stuck, rooted to the spot with Nana’s ring clutched in my hand.
Blinking, I shake myself and put the ring in my pocket, a little worried I’ll lose it. I have to take another minute to collect myself, and then I go find Quinn. She and Jamie come down the stairs as I’m coming up. Quinn’s hair doesn’t look any different to me, but she’s glowing, and seeing her makes me feel like I did the first time I laid eyes on her.
Only now, she’s mine.
I grab her by the waist and pull her in for a quick kiss. Fuck going slow. Quinn is mine…and I want her to be mine forever. I can feel the ring in my pocket, and I don’t think I can go any slower. I want to propose to her tonight.
13
Quinn
I hate being the center of attention. Why did I agree to this? I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, and my heart gets a little fluttery knowing at least four cameras are trained on us right now.
“Ready?” Archer asks, looking into my eyes. His are glimmering, and I think mine are too. I nod, and he puts his hand over mine. I’m supposed to be looking at the camera, smiling and making a point to have a nice photo taken. But I can’t look away from Archer. He guides my hand, going to the pull tab at the top of the box. It rips open, and the cardboard flaps at the top of the box slowly push up and the first balloon pops out.
It’s pink.
We’re having a girl.
Archer wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. We kiss, and I forget everyone is watching and taking pictures. Standing here with him makes me feel like we’re a family, and for a moment, I forget we’re going home in opposite directions.
“My only daughter is having a daughter,” Mom says, coming in for a hug. “Now I can start shopping.”