9
Gabriela, One Hour Later
It was the second time that day I opened my eyes and Jorik was there. I blinked, just to be sure.
He smiled at me, that handsome face focused completely on me. I took in those chocolate colored eyes, the dark hair, even the stubble on his square jaw. He looked even more rugged than ever. Even more perfect.
“Mate,” he whispered. “How do you feel?”
I turned my head, remembered I was in the fancy pod thingy. I was comfortable, lying upon a soft cushion, the base metal, the top, which was up, reminded me of a fighter jet’s curved, clear window. Jorik leaned over me, his hand gripping the side.
I shifted a little and he helped me to sit up. I didn’t feel any sharp pain from my C-section incision, nor did I feel tired.
“Careful,” the doctor warned as he came int
