Logan sat in Jade's hospital room, watching Heather and Dolores chat in the open door of the room. Anyone with eyes could tell Heather wasn't happy with Dolores but was trying to be. His eyes shifted to the sleeping Jade, for the first time in a long time Logan was actually scared having to touch her limp and burning body made him realize just how deeply he'd come to care for the child. And the mother as well.
Brushing the strands of curly dark hair out of Jade's face, Logan heard the door close softly behind him and turned to see a less than happy Dolores walk in without Heather.
“I tried apologizing but that seems to be futile” Dolores said with a underlying tone in her voice. “Like what do I have to apologise about”
Logan sighed, he knew Heather's anger was all his fault, but didn't
