Chance
For the following three days, I wouldn't let Paris out of bed for anything other than a bath and to use the toilet. When she brushed her teeth, I made sure she was sitting down to do so. When she eats, it's in bed. I was so worried about her and our babies that I couldn't seem to make my brain understand that she wasn't a porcelain doll.
Today is no different. When Paris agreed to move in with me right after I asked her to marry me, I promised I wouldn't take over her life, that I'd let her make her own decisions. And I've done that until now.
“Chance, I don't want to spend another day in bed. My legs feel like they're seizing up.” Paris giggles slightly. “I know you're worried about us, but we're fine now.” She cups my face as I sit next to her on our bed.
“I know, but I can't
