Emma’s POV…
It’s been hell. I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes I smell him. I shake Andrew and he wakes up. We’re still in the hospital. I get to leave today.
“Baby, I know it’s like 3 or 4 in the morning but I smell like him. I need a shower. Please help me. I need to wash it all off.” I didn’t realize I was crying until he started to kiss my tears away.
“Of course Emma. I’ll be right back. I need to make sure if it’s okay.”
He stepped out and I started to shake. When he came back I was shaking so hard my teeth were clattering. He picked me up and pulled the hospital gown off. He walked into the shower fully clothed and we stood under the spray. He washed my hair after he stood me up and then he slowly bathed me. When he got done, he stepped out and grabbed a towel and wrapped
