~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."
