Connor’s POV
I tuck a blanket around Grace where she’s lying on the couch before propping a pillow beside her to stop her rolling off, and take a seat by her feet. She managed to drink a little milk when we got home from the hospital before falling back to sleep again. I can’t bring myself to put her in her room, needing her in my sight right now despite knowing that she’s going to be OK.
I reach over and smooth down the blanket edges, just wanting an excuse to touch her, to make sure that she’s really here and fine.
My stomach rumbles, I haven’t eaten at all today, any pangs of hunger I might have felt squashed by the huge ball of terror that had taken up residence in my stomach from the moment I knew that Grace was in the hospital.
Thoughts of my little girl, laying in the hospital c
