Emily's POV
I stared at the mirror for a few seconds before I spat out and continued to brush my teeth. For a few seconds, I left the toothbrush in my mouth to adjust the pink robe I was wearing before it slipped off my body.
I exhaled.
I didn't need a therapist to know that I was nervous and a wreck and some other more serious emotions I had no words for.
I spat out and rinsed out my mouth.
I closed my eyes for a brief second before rushing off to the toilet to relieve myself for the hundredth time that morning.
I ended up not making any mess and when I came out, Waylen was standing there in a pink undersized robe that belonged to me.
He looked very ridiculous…cute but ridiculous.
He opened his arms and I simply went inside it and he wrapped his arms around me.
I exhaled again. This time was different because I actually relaxed into him.
"Feeling better?" He asked me and tightened his hold on me.
