Second chances are rare diamonds in the rough, as is allowing oneself to truly be happy. Will Noah and Milan push through their pains of the past to grab the priceless gem by the hand? Or will the tests put to their love prompt it to slip through th...
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Milan
"What happened??" I asked, my heart beginning to race as our footsteps trampled down the stairs.
I'd thrown on sweatpants and a crewneck, wrapping my scarf around my neck around the same time I threw my long winter coat on before slipping into a pair of Uggs. In a coat and scarf as well, Noah swiped the keys from the hook where I left them, the two of us hurrying down the stairs of the garage to get into the car.
"That wasn't Genesis," she had explained on our way down. "It had to be one of her foster siblings or a kid she met but she's in trouble, and hurt, apparently-"
"Hurt??" I had asked, growing even more worried. "How badly??"
"I don't know," Noah muttered while opening the door. And getting in with her, I soon paused, taking a moment to observe her as she just about froze in the driver's seat.
"Baby do you need me to drive-"
"I got it," she replied quickly, though more to herself than me. In each of her breaths, becoming labored and shallow, I could tell she wasn't as her hands gripped the wheel without moving. "I'm fine," she breathed out fragilely, her eyes closing and her head soon hanging.
She was panicking, her hands now trembling a little, and I didn't need to hear her heartbeat or feel her chest to know that it was pounding. Flashes of the accident were likely crossing her mind, haunting her at the worst time.
"No, you're not," I stated, getting out without giving her a chance to argue with me. "I'm driving," I added after rounding the car to open the door. Taking her hand to stand her up, as she looked up at me with vulnerable eyes, "I'm driving, okay?" I whispered gently. "Just tell me the way..."
"Okay," she nodded, her exhale timid and shaky as she squeezed my hand before quickly switching positions with me. "I have their location, actually."
"Hm, and how'd you get that?" I asked in amusement, already knowing the answer as I glanced at her with a grin when starting the car. As I backed out, Noah rolled her eyes with the same grin from the look I had given her, her shoulder shrugging.
"I just wanted to make sure she was safe," she said while setting up the GPS on the car's small square screen.
"You're something else," I chuckled, shaking my head because I know how she thinks.
Before dropping her off some days ago, Noah likely bought Genesis a cell phone, telling her it was for 'emergencies only'. And when she purchased it she also likely made sure the girl's location was shared with her, in case she got into trouble the way Genesis seems to have a habit of doing.
I didn't even need to ask to know that was exactly what she did, because my fiancé isn't my fiancé if she's not protective as hell.
It was how whatever kid that called her was even able to in the first place, I'm assuming. As well as how we were able to get to their exact location in the speed of time now.
