I was forced to stay in the hospital for an extra day.
The doctors said that I was fine, but they wanted to keep an eye on me, and in that extra twenty-four hours, I received so many flowers and gifts that my hospital room looked like a mini orchard.
The flowers started to come around eight in the morning. The first bunch I got came from the school and the principal. It was their way of apologizing for me having to go in at all. After that, I got a new delivery every few minutes.
When someone knocked on the door around evening, I groaned. “Please tell me it’s not another delivery.”
“Unfortunately, it is,” a voice drawled and I looked up to find Ashton walking into the room.
He had Layla in one hand, and she held a bunch of beautiful red roses. She scrambled out of his grip and rushed
