"Hola mi amore."
Freya opened her eyes and smiled at Chance, who'd a big grin on his face and was carrying a bouquet of flowers.
"Hola Chance, que pasa?"
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "You know Spanish?"
"It was my elective in high school."
His mouth formed an 'O' in understanding, and he walked further into the room until he dropped into the chair next to her bed.
"These are for you," he said, handing her the bouquet. Her smile widened as she recognized the forget-me-nots.
"Thank you, Chance. They're beautiful," she said, sniffing the flowers with relish.
Forget-me-nots were her second favorite flower, while peonies were her absolute favorite. She could never get enough of them. They were so damn beautiful.
There was a knock at the door, and she turne
