Derry’s POV
“When I get home from training we are not leaving this house, and we are not accepting visitors,” I huff, shoving my feet into my trainers.
“It’s just a few hours, then we will have the whole evening to ourselves. I’ll cook us something nice,” Hawk smiles.
“I know, I just feel like I’ve hardly seen you or Oakley. Don’t get me wrong, I love my new life and everyone in it, but I wish there were more hours in the day,” I pout.
“Come here,” Hawk pulls me up to stand, “things will settle down soon. You just have a lot of catching up to do, and it has all come at once,” he says, holding me against his chest.
“Do you think they’ll believe me if I say I’m too sick to train today?” I mumble.
“Absolutely not. They’ll be around here ready to fix you up. What are you learning to
