“Baby girl, are you ready to go home?” Damian’s voice asked me.
I was staring out the window of the hospital room, looking at nothing in particular when I heard his question. Home.. The villa that we had stayed in. Could I still call it a home?
I turned my head to look at him and nodded.
The hospital had provided a wheelchair for me to use, but Damian would not take it. He rather carried me out of the hospital in his arms.
Damian didn’t drive us to the villa, he rather sat in the backseat with me. He positioned my broken leg up against the window sill, with me lying down, my head on his lap. Luckily I was short, so I was able to lie down comfortably. He kept stroking my hair throughout the drive while looking out the window. I quite loved his gesture. I’d missed him so much, and it hurt not to be able to tell him that or that I loved him.
