~Amelia~It was actually perfect inside. Soft everywhere, dim, smelled like his hoodie. He'd already put the TV remote within reach. I pulled a blanket over my legs and immediately felt about seventy percent better, which I was not going to tell him because he would be insufferable about it.He appeared with a bowl of sour gummies, a bag of salt and vinegar chips, the jar of pickles I'd been eating straight from for two weeks, and a box of those chocolate-covered pretzels I'd mentioned wanting exactly once three days ago.He remembered the pretzels.I was not going to make a thing of it. But I noticed."Pick something to watch," he told me, dropping in next to me."I don’t mind watching a cartoon."He stared at me with disbelief."You said pick something and I think the baby wants it too."He took the remote and put it on without another word. He pulled my legs across his lap, opened the gummies, held one out. I took it. He opened the chips and set them between us. Settled in with his
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