It was morning and Jonah wasn’t back when I was snapping him for the third time and eating in the kitchen when the door opened and I looked up to see him come in making me be able to relax again, oh thank God!
“Jonah!” my voice being longing and needy when he looked up tired and just made a small smile, he was happy to see me when I walked over and hugged him hard, not caring to be mad at him when he was still wearing the jacket he had on yesterday and I pushed my head into his chest, smelling him and smiling, I was so happy that he was back and that he was okay.
“Hey baby…” he sounded so tired when I let him go and looked up again, bags under his eyes and he was about to fall asleep when I wanted to tell him, everything about what had happened last night but I saw that it wasn’t the rig
