Chapter seventy.

SCAR'S POV.

A take a deep breath, cracking a smile as the realization hits me.

Am home. I am back home.

I throw my hand on the other side of the bed, poking on the hard surface of built up muscles.

He is still right here. Right next to me.

"You are awake?" He asks and I open my eyes to get an exclusive view of him morning face.

"You didn't sleep last night, did you?" I sleep on my side, pinching his chin.

A privilege only I get.

"I couldn't sleep." He lets out a long sigh. "I just couldn't sleep."

"Where is my tea?" I throw the covers off. "And who changed my clothes?"

Why am I even asking? Who else would?

"I didn't do anything other than help you change." He raise his hand up in surrender.

"I didn't say you did." I roll my eyes. "I kn