Brooklynne's POV:
I roll over and look at the clock and see that it is almost seven in the evening. It's almost time for dinner. I fell asleep while I was up here but I still don't know if I feel up to eating. I get up and walk into the bathroom to change out my pad. This is the third time already today I've had to do that. I'm so heavy it's making me feel like complete crap.
As I walk into the bedroom, Nash walks in with a tray that has a bowl on it. I give him a questioning look and then continue back to my bed and get back in. He set the tray on the end table beside me and I look over and see that it is a bowl of soup.
"You know how to make soup?" I asked him lifting an eyebrow.
"Nope, it's from a can." He chuckles.
"Thank you," I tell him and smile.
"Are you feeling any
