Bobbie stroked Ollie’s hair off her forehead and sighed as she pressed a tender kiss to it. She was sleeping now, the events of the evening and the medication dripping through the IV pole making her unable to resist closing her eyes. Her tough vibrant little girl appeared tiny and frail in the hospital bed and it made Bobbie’s heart ache in the worst possible way. She wanted to take her out of here and bring her home and cuddle with her.
“How’s our girl?” Olivier’s voice was a quiet hush floating over Bobbie’s head.
She hadn’t heard him come back but when his hand rested against her shoulder she turned and leaned her cheek against it. “She’s hurt Olivier, the little boy deliberately went after her. Her temper made her a target.”
“Try not to think of it. She’s going to be just fine. We’
