"Hey, how are you feeling?" My best friend asked when she returned to the hospital room, and I wondered what took her so long to come back when all she told me was she would call Jack.
She was beaming at me while she showed me the bouquet in her hands. Red roses with white angel's breath were arranged beautifully and wrapped with craft paper, and they looked so fresh and beautiful.
"I am fine; thank you for the flowers," I responded, and her facial expression suddenly changed.
"You should thank your husband later," Gina stated, and my face fell, and the feelings I felt intensified.
"He brought that flowers?" I asked, and she nodded her head with a shy smile, and I could tell that something was going on.
I wanted to ask her where is my husband, and I couldn't stop from blushing. God knows how much I miss Hunter, and I don't understand why I feel this way.
