The expression on Amy's face was peaceful as she lay in bed. She had been moved from the hospital bed, where she had given birth, to a normal king sized bed. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times as she tried to find her bearings. The sound of the bathroom door opening caught her attention. It was a dejavu moment for her. There was Zach.
The moment they made eye contact, he took large strides towards her and she sat up too. He sat down and pulled her into an embrace. She didn't need to ask to know yesterday was too much for him. She breathed in his scent and relaxed in his- scent? 'oh my god!' she shrieked internally in horror
"Babe...", She tried pushing him away but he just held her tighter. "Let go first."
"No."
"But I..."
"Amy, you just enjured close to twelve hours of labour, gave birth to a beautiful baby, our daughter; do you really think I would care about whether you showered or not?"
