Some Kind of Perfect (Calloway Sisters #4.5) Read Online Free

beside them on their long journey to have a child. We were their safety nets—something they could rely on if everything else failed.
    We didn’t want to have to catch them, but we watched them fight. And they did fight, so long and so hard, to bring their daughter into this world. For a while, it seemed like a real impossibility. Then it seemed like my little sister might not survive.
    She wouldn’t hear her daughter’s first words or see her first steps or even hold her in her arms.
    I don’t pretend to know that grief. I couldn’t possibly feel what she has felt, but I know my sister. I know her kindness and her love and how much she wanted that little girl in her arms.
    So it’s only natural she wouldn’t want to break apart.
    Daisy hangs her head, her tangled blonde hair hiding her watery gaze. The strands are as wild as my littlest sister. Ryke skims his thumb over Sullivan’s buttoned nose, and the baby coos before falling into a content slumber.
    “She’s beautiful,” I say in my quietest voice. My heart is full of this indiscernible, overpowering sentiment—because this child is so much of my sister and Ryke.
    I realize I’m not making the situation any better, especially when Connor mouths to me, what was that?
    I press my lips in an aggravated line, and then I silently huff, knowing what I need to say. “And this beautiful thing was not invited today.”
    Ryke’s jaw hardens.
    More calmly, Connor says, “If you let her go, just for an afternoon, she won’t disappear from this world. I promise you both that.”
    Ryke dips his head down to look at Daisy, behind her cascade of hair. He whispers to her and then kisses her cheek. When he raises his head once more, he nods to Connor like he understands.
    I’m not sure Daisy is there yet.
    I put my hand on hers. “I’m always here for you. That won’t ever change.” I’ve expressed this sentiment many times before.
    Her shoulders sink with exhaustion. She wipes at her eyes and then turns to me, her scar reddened on her cheek. “I just don’t want to miss a moment. We’ve been given this gift, and I can’t…” She growls beneath her breath as more tears fall. She rubs them away quickly before they land on her sleeping baby.
    “I can’t say that you won’t because you will,” I tell her honestly. “Maybe you’ll miss that one time she snorts up food or the one time she falls on her ass, but you know the ridiculous thing about children? They do these painfully cute and stupid things all the time.” I help brush the rest of her tears off her cheek. She nods to me again. “So you will miss that one moment, but you’ll have a million more to make up for it.”
    What’s not a dream: my sister has sleep problems and PTSD and depression. All I want is for her to be healthy. So does Ryke. So does Connor. So do Lily and Lo.
    She just needs to let us help her.
    Daisy pushes her hair out of her face. Softly, she says, “Okay.”
    We exchange I love yous , and then I’m distracted by the two guys, their chairs turned towards one another. I think Connor asks Ryke something beneath his breath. Or maybe it’s the other way around. They speak in hushed tones.
    I don’t pretend to wonder or care what they share. Though, I sort of do. It’s not often these two whisper together, not without Loren present.
    I clear my throat loudly until I catch their attention. “What is it?”
    Ryke and Connor glance at Daisy like they’re protecting her from shrapnel and gunfire. It’s absurd.
    “She can handle your criticism.”
    “It’s not fucking criticism,” Ryke retorts.
    I cross my arms. “I wasn’t trying to be accurate. I just wanted you to talk, which was a success.”
    “A partial success, darling,” Connor chimes in. “I hadn’t said anything yet.”
    I gag. “Your ego is revolting.”
    He can’t restrain his stupid grin. I find myself eyeing his lips too much, so I focus back on Ryke. “Then what were you two gossiping