Chapter 142

Megan

Liam opened the door to the house very carefully, holding on one shoulder the bag with the things we had brought to the hospital. I stood still behind him, with Logan in my arms, sleeping peacefully, wrapped in his hat and pacifier in his mouth.

I was a bit worried because he didn’t stick to my nipple to drink, and I had little milk to give him; so the nurses had opted to give him the bottle, even though the doctor told me I should continue to attach him to my breast.

I sighed and watched Liam open the door to let me in. I had been in the hospital for four days when Liam had slept in a chair next to my bed, and I had spent nights awake to check that Logan was okay.

I could never stay calm, I would go up and check on him continuously, checking that he was really well and that it was not a joke.

I was a little paranoid, I knew it and admitted it, but I couldn’t stay calm.

I walked into the house and