Emerald
It's effortless, and she's brought me out of my shell in about two hours than one has in eight years.
Dean's sitting at the kitchen island, waiting as we reach the bottom of the staircase. "Everything okay?"
"Yes. Emerald is well, you know," I wave a hand to him, at a loss for words.
He snorts, "yes, I do. Princess, do you need anything? I think you can retake your pain meds if I remember correctly."
"YES!" Esma shouts from the living room, "I will grab them."
I help Emerald sit back on the stool, and she leans close to me, "they baby me too much."