Nico
Gianna had fallen asleep in my arms as we headed back home. My head was hurting, and I had no idea how to feel at this point. She could have gotten killed, and that thought brought out emotions in me I didn’t know how to handle. I held her close to my chest, inhaling her scent to drive some warmth from it. She stirred slightly as I stepped inside the house, her head shifting against my chest.
“We’re home,” I said softly.
She murmured something incoherent but didn’t lift her head. Instead, she curled in tighter, clutching at my shirt like her life depended on it and grunted. I smiled because somehow just holding her like this…it felt good. Shaking my head, I carried her upstairs. The heaviness in my chest was unbearable though.
She could’ve died.
The thought kept repeating in my
