Eriana
Derion and I laid on the bed with Bria between us. We read her favorite book to her as her tired little eyes drooped lazily. She let out a cute little yawn that made me melt, and I smiled at my little family.
She laid on Derion’s chest and closed her eyes as his warmth comforted her, sending her into a good night’s sleep. It was only 10 o’clock, and we’d already moved all of my stuff into the packhouse.
After everything, Derion decided that I was moving in the next day. He called Bre, and of course, she was understanding. She has been in my corner since the moment we met, and I was incredibly grateful for her. She’s called or texted to check on me every day.
I looked over at Derion, who was still reading to a sleeping Bria. I don’t know if he just hadn’t noticed she was a
