Andrew’s POV…
I’m laying here holding Emma. I finally have my arm around her. I feel complete. I’ve been able to hear her, apparently for two day, but haven’t been able to touch her. Now my dad walks in and she’s trying to get up? “Nope, stay,” I tell her. She stills and I feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Why is she so nervous?
“Hey daddy.”
“Hey son. That’s the most relaxed I’ve seen either of you.” He’s smiling as he says it. Emma is tucking her face in my armpit.
I just laugh a little and reply to him, “yeah? I bet so. Be glad my face hurts or I wouldn’t take my lips off her.”
My dad just smiles and nods. He understands. Since he married my stepmom, he’s the same way. He has to at least have eyes on her. I’m sure the last couple of days has been rough on him.
“Dad, I’m
