*Jim*
Amelia has lost her goddamn mind if she thinks we’re hyphenating this kid’s last name. Something is off with her. It’s like she doesn’t trust herself. It’s like she doesn’t trust me.
The kid kicked for hours. Abe kicked for hours. I don’t know how she fell asleep while feeling it, but I’m glad she did. She looks so tired all the time. I know I need to leave, but I don’t want to. It feels so right, but it’s not. Not yet, anyway.
I begrudgingly remove my hand from her and climb out of bed. I put my boots on and go to the door but turn back. She’s sound asleep, so she’ll never know. I lean down and kiss her forehead before finally leaving for the evening. It kills me to leave her, but this is how it has to be for now.
She’s upset I left the hospital. She’s heartbroken
