We had all my bloodwork done already and after waiting for about thirty minutes, a nurse came and got us to bring us to an exam room.
Silently, Ethan leads me through the hospital corridors, our fingers laced together with no chance of losing contact.
“Ethan, this is childish,” I say, and by the way his shoulders stiffen, I know he realizes I mean his little silent treatment. All because I wouldn’t let him carry me in.
Through our bond, I can tell he’s not really angry, but I still find it a bit funny that he’s acting like this.
“Do you see anyone else being carried inside?”
He huffs and I sigh, lifting my arms. Almost immediately, he swoops me up and carries me Princess style to the room the nurse enters at the end of the hallway.
The nurse smiles when we enter, and her grin br
