Chapter 227. Bloodwork

Amelie’s POV

“Are you sure you’re going to be ok, just you and Eliza this weekend?” Nathan asked.

“Nathan, I have the flu, I’m not dying,” I responded. “Go have fun at the Super Bowl.”

“I can stay home,” Nathan stated. “Grandfather can take Zander and Logan.”

“Nathaniel Carrington Michaels, don’t you dare stay home!” I scolded him. “Besides, Trudy is staying with us for the time you’re gone. Go have fun, I will see you on Tuesday.”

“Phone me if you need anything,” Nathan said, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. “I mean anything.”

I reached up and cupped his cheek. “I’ll miss you, too,” I said, looking into his sad grey eyes.

“Fuck. Why is it so hard to leave you? Even if it’s just for an extended weekend,” he groaned.