~ Evie ~
Jack’s breathing easy, no machine helping anymore, just him. The doctor came in an hour ago and said it straight: Jack is truly out of danger. No hidden complication waiting to hit us later. None. The bullet that nicked the important spot missed everything bad. He’s healing fast, faster than they thought possible. Physically he’s already walking the hall without the IV pole. Emotionally he’s lighter too, cracking jokes about hospital food. And as a dad? God, you should see him with Donald. He lights up every time I bring the baby in. Holds him like he’s the most normal thing in the world, even with stitches pulling. “Hey buddy,” he says, voice still a little scratchy. “Daddy’s getting strong for you.” Donald just kicks his little legs and stares, like he gets it. My heart does th
