Finally, they hospital discharged you. You hated that place. Hate is a strong word, but it was the only word strong enough to adequately describe your feelings toward hospitals.
"Mitch can we please-"
"Yeah. we can talk. We need to talk," he said setting his bag down and sitting on the chair in your hospital room. You where just about to leave when you where going to ask to talk to him.
"(Y/n) look, I-I can't explain to you why I did what I did. And I love you and I know you love me, and I need you to trust me and believe that everything is okay now. I promise. I just-"
"Mitch. I really want an explanation. I need one. I can't continue on like this without one."
"Oh no no no no," he said, coming to your side and grabbing your hands. "Don't say that. Please. I need you to trust me. You have to."
You sat there in his arms for a long time, not saying anything.
"Fine," you said after a long time. "what do we tell the kids?"
