Wes's POV
Not a word is spoken between us as we make our way back to the packhouse, shifting and changing in the mudrooms before plodding back up the stairs to our room.
I close the door gently behind us before moving to take Mish in my arms, her head coming down to rest on my chest, my eyes closing as I listen.
Thump thump thump.
Listening even closer for the quick thump thump, thump thump.
'They're okay'
'They're.... they're okay'
I tell myself, attempting to calm down before finally releasing Mish from my near suffocating hold.
But as I release her more of the anger dissipates, thick tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I... I didn't... How ... why.... why didn't I just think?!" She cries quietly entering the safety of my arms once more.
"It's going to be an adjustment" I reply so
