Kendall
Elora and I both are ordered to go home and we sleep in the same bed in my guest room, cuddled up together. We’ve been through a lot and we need that best friend comfort.
When I wake, I immediately sit straight up in bed, thinking about Camden.
“I have to get back to the hospital,” I mumble, and Elora yawns, grabbing my shoulder so I can’t get up.
“Not yet,” she says. “You need to eat something. Have to feed that nephew of mine.”
I chuckle in spite of everything. “You think it’s a boy?”
“Just a hunch,” she says.
“I guess we’ll see,” I say, rubbing a hand over my belly. “But shouldn’t we check on Camden?”
“Mama’s up there with him now,” she says. “You don’t have to worry, she’ll call me if he sneezes.”
I laugh a little. “All right. I guess I’ll eat.”
My stomach feels lik
