36 || Enough

7 am comes faster than I expected. I’ve hardly fed Mace when I hear the knocks from downstairs. We glance at each other, and I get out of bed sluggishly. I need to eat or I may slump. But I have no appetite. Since Mace can crawl, I let him down on the floor once we are downstairs and skip to the door.

Calum is all smiles when I open up. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I reply. I step back for him to enter.

“He crawls?” he asks, his voice laced with excitement. I nod, but he’s already gone to his son. Squatting before Mace, he says, “Hey.”

A spell of dizziness hits me as I stagger to them. Calum lifts Mace off the floor, coming to stand beside me. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Did you drive here?”

He looks suspicious. “Yes. Have you eaten?”

I don’t think I’ve had anything to eat in two days. If I have, I don’t remember. Whatever the case, I don’t have much of an appetite.

“Yeah,” I reply.

“You should sit down,” he murmurs. I don’t want to argue in front of Mace so I follow him to the couc