“Knox?” she groans, and I think she's dreaming because of how gently it comes out but I find her staring at me.

“Hi,” I choke, unable to move my hand.

“Hi,” she grins. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see how you're doing and take care of you.”

“I don't need—”

“Thalia,” I interrupt her. “It's been an eventful week, please shut up and let me take care of you and our baby.” I petition, my words stunning her. “I am not leaving you alone nor will ...