I woke up several times during the night to Ava whimpering and crying in her sleep. I would run my hands through her hair and whisper to her how much I care about her. She would calm down and start sleeping peacefully.
I woke up to someone knocking on the door, and as I opened my eyes, my dad walked into the room.
"Morning, dad," I whispered, trying not to wake her up.
My dad walked over to my side of the bed. "Well, don't you two look comfortable."
"I am. What's up?"
"I want you to get up and come downstairs. We need to talk."
"Everything okay?" I asked. I was trying to remove my right arm from underneath Ava.
"Just come downstairs. Your ma is making breakfast."
I watched as my dad walked out of the room, and I stared at Ava. She was beautiful even in her sleep. I slowly got
