Charlotte Thompson's ears turned a shade of pink as she reached out to push against Justin Battleson's chest.
After their intimate moment, Justin left, and Charlotte took breakfast to Grace Thompson's hospital room.
It was still early, and Grace seemed drowsy and half-asleep.
Though her eyes were not yet open, upon sensing Charlotte's arrival, she stretched out her arms in a whiny gesture, seeking an embrace.
"Mommy..." Grace's voice was soft, like sweet cotton candy.
Charlotte approached and hugged Grace, affectionately scratching her little cheek.
"Grace, how are you feeling? Is there anything that's uncomfortable?" Charlotte asked softly.
Finding a comfortable position in Charlotte's arms, Grace rubbed her eyes and mumbled unintelligibly, "There is..."
At that, Charlotte's tone instantly became anxious, "Where?"
But then Grace extended her plump hand, pointing under herself at the bed, "Here, I don't like this bed, I want to go home."
"You nearly scared me to death."
