|2 Weeks Later|
"They are finally letting you go home tomorrow!" Haven exclaimed.
I could hear Ezekiel chuckle as he held a sleeping Tyler in his arms while I fed Ashton.
"Yeah, it's about time too. I hate hospitals. The food is gross and I swear the nurse takes great pleasure in stabbing me with her killer needles." Ezekiel shivered.
I couldn't help but giggle at his comment. Ezekiel shot a glance at me and gave me a half smile.
"It's true! She looks like a Russian mobster and every time she walks in she gives me the heebie-jeebies."
I could hold back a laugh while Haven chuckled.
"The Heebie-jeebies?" she questioned?
"What's wrong with my choice of words?" he questioned.
"Nothing, just found it odd that a grown man would be using those words" she stated nonchalantly.
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