Maybe they are it for each other, just like Travis and I.
Sometimes, there is that one person, and there is no one else who can compare.
“So...you said yes?” I urge.
“Yes!” she cries. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”
“Then I am so happy for you.”
She claps with delight and Chief grins.
I hug them both, and then sit back in the chair, yawning. I am exhausted; that movement was enough to warrant a nap.
“Go get some rest, honey,” Mom says. “You look exhausted.”
“I’m heading home today. Nurse said I’m free.”
Chief looks relieved. “Is Travis picking you up?”
I hesitate. “He said...he would.”
Chief studies me, concern etching his brow. “What’s wrong, baby?”
I swallow, my chest tightening again. “Oh. It’s nothing. I’m just tired.”
“I’ll take you back to your room, you can have a rest before you leave,” Mom says, climbing out of the bed and putting her arm around me.
“I’m glad you’re awake, old man,” I smile, before turning and walking out.
When I’m back in my bed, I can’t help but wonder what is happening downstairs.
I know Travis is a good and kind person, and he will help anyone if given the chance, but something is very wrong with this situation.
I just don’t know how to get him to see that.