~ ZARA ~
It was stupid how giddy I felt when Abigail and the nurses cleared the room because they'd received word that David was on his way.
I'd insisted on sitting up in bed because I wanted to look him in the eye, not lay there like I was some pathetic sack of flesh. The reality was I'd slept more than I would have thought possible the day before, and even though my leg hurt, it was only when I moved, and it didn't steal my breath like it had the day before.
I was getting better, and I wanted David to see that.
Hell, I just wanted to see David.
When he walked into the room, he looked stern and scanned the place to make sure no one else was there. When he realized that we were alone, his expression lightened. He closed the door quietly behind him, then hurried across the floor towards me, a basket under one arm.
"David, I'm so glad you're—"
He reached my bed and took my face in his free hand, leaning down to kiss me deeply.
