Heath’s POV
The sun felt… unfamiliar. Warm. Gentle. Almost wrong against my skin after days of cold rooms, machines, and the constant smell of antiseptic and fear.
But Posy needed it. Fresh air. The natural light. Life.
So I brought her outside.
I sat on the wooden bench just beyond the hospital doors, adjusting the blanket carefully around her tiny body. Not too much... just enough to keep her warm without blocking the sunlight.
She squirmed in my arms, letting out a soft, annoyed sound.
“Yeah, yeah,” I murmured, a small smile tugging at my lips. “You don’t like being still. I get it.”
Her little fists waved in the air like she was fighting something only she could see. Strong. Always strong.
I brushed my thumb gently over her cheek. “You’re doing good, Posy,” I whispered. “Real g
