A few days passed, and finally, I was discharged from the hospital. I was feeling fine. My baby was healthy, and I overcame all of this because of Augustus.
"Be careful, okay? Hold on tight to me so you won’t have trouble walking."
He assisted me as we got out of the car since we had already arrived home; I had been discharged earlier that morning. And although I could walk fine on my own, I didn't feel like I needed help. I had been well-taken care of at the hospital for the past few days. But this care Augustus was showing me now—I wasn’t used to it. Sure, he had shown me care before, but now it was on another level, almost tripled.
"I told you, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry and help me; I can walk just fine."
"But what if something bad happens to you? What if you trip, fall, or
