The whole place is very, very Paige.
“Almost there.” I navigate a path around the stuff on the floor and get her to the bed. “Okay, down we go.”
Her eyes are already closed when I peel back the blankets and lower her onto the mattress. I bend down to take her shoes off, and a surge of tenderness makes my throat get thick. I drop her sneakers onto the floor and start tucking the covers around her, careful to keep her arm steady as I guide it into position across her chest. I remember the nurse saying something about elevation, so I hunt around for a second pillow and prop it under her elbow.
“All settled,” I murmur.
I’m sure she’s already asleep, but when I stand up and head for the door, she mutters something too quiet for me to hear.
I come back to the bedside. “What’s that?”
She mumbles something that kind of resembles words.
“I didn’t catch that.”
Her forehead creases in a very adorable way, and I chuckle.
“I said,” she tries again, a little clearer now, “where you going?”
My heart jumps into my throat, and I reach to brush a lock of hair out of her face. “I’m not going anywhere, Paige.”
