It's the Little Things

41. Chapter 41

Lydia

Ithink I’m being carried, though I’m not entirely sure where I’m going. My eyes feel too heavy to open, so I bury myself deeper into the strong arms holding me.

I’m lowered onto something soft and plush, then covered with something warm. The mattress dips beside me a second later, and an arm, I think, drapes across my belly. I feel steady breathing at my back.

Nick.

I’m with Nick.

I’m safe.