He hasn't been wearing a shirt because it hurt too much to stretch and pull it over so he walked around in his bandages.
"Huh?" He said not looking up. Rosalina was smacking his arm while he held her up.
I crawled to the edge of the bed to watch my two special people play around.
"Are you still upset?" I asked quietly.
"Yes"
I reached forward raked my fingers through his jet black hair.
"You shouldn't blame yourself about Stacy's death, it isn't your fault." I said encouraging.
He looked up at me with confusion as he placed Rosalina in his lap, playing with her blonde hair.
"I don't blame myself for that and I don't regret my words, I've been telling her the whole time that I didn't want her and that she wasn't my mate. I'm upset because Stacy found her mate and was pregnant with h
