I knew that I should have been more terrified than I actually was but I just couldn't bring myself to get to that place.
The only thing I was truly terrified of was- The fact that someone or something could possibly hurt Noah ...or take him away from me, or vice versa.
Being separated from Noah in any way would be a nightmare. He was my life. This was our life, not just mine anymore.
I slept the entire time we were on the plane and when we landed, Noah gently shook me awake.
"Come on baby girl, we are going home now."
We were escorted out to a limo and I immediately laid my head in Noah's lap as the car began to go. I felt exhausted. Physically and emotionally. The more I thought about being separated from Noah, the more worried I became.
"Why are you shaking, sweetheart?" No
