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Elodie turns her attention to my daughter, bending over to pick her up from the floor. “Hey, baby bear. I missed you today,” she says while placing a kiss on her chubby cheek. “Glad you seem to be doing better.” “She is. The medicine has done wonders for her mood, and Carol got her to nap for almost two hours earlier, thank God.” “Is that where you were? Carol and Nick’s?” “Yeah. We went over for breakfast. They wanted to see Remy for a bit and Dilynne is obsessed with Carol’s cooking.” “Oh. Okay.” Her shoulders fall slightly. “Sorry I forgot to tell you about that yesterday, but with the ER visit and…” I don’t want her to think I was avoiding her because she did anything wrong. I’m the one who did and I fucking hate if I’ve made her question that. The smile she offers me is quick and small, but it’s there. “It’s fine, Henley. You’re allowed to visit your family.” Our conversation comes to a halt, almost as if neither one of us knows what to say next. I hate this awkwardness, but the words aren’t there. All I can focus on is the pounding in my chest while watching her hold my daughter and simultaneously wishing Remy was asleep so I could put my mouth on her on places other than her lips. But I can’t focus on the physical need anymore because this is so much more than that. And until I can put a name to it, I need to keep my hands and mouth to myself. Read HERE: https://amzn.to/49rV7tF