52
Nate
The nurses came in to do their checks, but for the most part, Quincey slept in my arms the rest of the day and evening. Aspen called later that evening, and I didn’t think about it. I hit the speaker button and put the phone between Q and me.
“Hey.”
“Hey. How’s Quincey doing?”
Quincey gave me a tired grin, but she didn’t lift her head from my chest.
I answered for her, “She’s tired. In pain.”
Quincey closed her eyes, her head folding and burrowing into me. I just wrapped my arm tighter around her, then falling to rub up and down the side of her back. Her whole body let out a release of air.
“I bet. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, Asp.”
“I know. I still feel it, though. But the reason I called: we got everything sorted.”
“Who’s we?” Quincey asked, her voice so drowsy
