Artemisia
“It’s okay, Matt. I just bumped my head, I didn’t lose a leg.” I chuckle as Matthew carries me to my room and cuddles me into the blankets of my bed.
“I don’t care. You need to rest, love. I’m just following the doctor's instructions,” he says nonchalantly, as he rearranges my pillows.
I thank him with a smile as I lean back with a sigh.
“Can I get you something else?” He asks, and I shake my head as he proceeds to list all the things he could get me.
I laugh because he is so cute, and I love how he wants me to feel better.
“Enough, Matty.” Logan stays in the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest as he eyes me up. “Are you sure you feel alright?”
I nod with a smile. “Perfectly fine, thank you.”
“We will let you rest, and check on you later. Is that okay?
