After they moved me upstairs to our home, Seth finally agreed to at least take a shower, though he was still hesitant to leave me alone, even for that. They brought me up in a wheelchair and got me situated in the bed, hanging an IV on a holder they brought up and adding a contraption to my mid section. I’d complain about how uncomfortable and constricting it is, but it lets me hear the babies' heartbeats and, honestly, I kind of love that. Hearing the continuous wooshing sounds have been bringing me comfort as I lay here.
Seth finally exits the bathroom, a towel around his hips, his dark hair wet and dripping down his muscular chest. I can’t help but stare at him and smile. This man is all mine.
“Hey,” I say softly.
“Hey,” he returns, looking at me, his eyes flicking to the moni
