Andrew POV
What the hell, why would Lyla feel that way. Archer and I are both distressed at Lyla’s comment, so we go after her and when I get to her bedroom door there’s no answer “I’m not leaving until you open up baby, we need to talk” I keep knocking but she won’t budge. Sitting on the floor I decide to wait as long as she needs, it feels like hours later when the door is finally opened. I land on the floor because I was leaning on her door, while Lyla looks down at me frustrated I notice her red eyes. She’s been crying this whole time, I get up quickly closing the door behind me and drag her into a big hug hoping to relieve some of her pain. She is stiff at fist but relaxes into my chest sighing, taking that as a good sign I scoop her up and lay on Lyla’s bed cuddled together.
I did
