Carina
It has been a week that I have been stuck in this room, but today I am finally going home. Jaxon has been sweet, trying to stay by my side every step of the way, but at times I begged him to just give me some time alone with Timothy. I wanted some time to bond with our son, to just have some time alone to hold him and just be and Jaxon, being the protective father that he never thought he would be, keeps hovering, trying to make sure that both of us are alright. I appreciate it, especially after hearing that I nearly dropped Timothy after only having him in my arms for a few seconds, but the doctor said that I am alright and healing nicely, so Jaxon has no need to constantly worry over us.
"Are you ready to go?" Jaxon asks as he walks into the room, a bottle for Timothy in his han
