“I don’t want to go home,” Melanie admitted in a small voice, her finger lightly grazing her son’s small stomach through the hole in the plastic incubator. “I want to stay here with him.”
Brad had been in and out all day, attending to pack matters and helping to form plans. But finally, he’d arrived to convince Melanie to go home. She was exhausted. Maria’s spells weren’t working and Melanie needed to be at full strength if they intended to dive into another fight tomorrow.
“You need to rest,” Brad reasoned. “They said he’ll be here for at least a month. You can’t live in the NICU.”
Melanie winced. She wanted to take him home with her. But her shoulders slumped in defeat as she realized Brad was right. She allowed him to lead her away after she pressed a kiss to the incubator and may
