Chapter 70

—Ellie—

As far as patients went, Tristan was a nightmare. He was a nightmare in many other regards as well, but giving his body time to heal wasn’t on his agenda. Damian wasn’t happy about it. “You need to rest, Tristan. It’s been only three days and you’re already running around.”

“I’ve had worse. Now stop the fucking fussing. I’m not a child.”

“Maybe not. But I’m obviously the only one of the two of us capable of sane decisions.”

“Neither of you is sane. Now help me with this fucking crib,” Savio muttered. I leaned in the doorway of the future nursery. Damian and Kate had gone shopping this morning, and now the four Russo brothers were trying to put together the furniture. Though Damian and Savio were doing all the work because Adam’s arm was in a cast and most of Tristan’s body was bandaged, not to mention the many broken bones in his body.

Adam sat on a plush baby blue armchair, which sat close to the window. Sometim