The next day...
Noah's POV
After hearing what Mia had to say about Kay and Zayden's father, I didn't know what to expect from their family anymore, they are like my second family and I always want the best for them. So I know that the news of their father had to hit them pretty hard. I snap out of mu daydream when Mia, Reid and their son, Ezekiel (3), who they named after me because" they love me too much" come out the doors to the waiting room where i've been all night and most of yesterday.
I stand up to meet them for the news about Kaylee, apparently she just had an anxiety attack from hearing that she's going to meet her father this weekend. When I was told this I just felt this relief fall off of my shoulders, I know I'm her best friend but I just want to be back there with her. "Can I go back and see her ?" Her mom nodded yes so I went to room 316 and there she was laying on the bed with monitors on her chest and head measuring her brain waves and her heartbeat .
I just stood there just looking at her and realizing that even though it was just an anxiety attack, life can be so short, I went to the bedside chair and sat down as I held her hand saying "I love you Kay and and I really mean it" and "please talk to me" I've been in in a hospital to visit my neighbor before but this time I cried and cried not wanting to stop, I cried until Mia and Reid came in and told me that Reid will take me home, "ok" is all I said.
When I got home I walked through the door and there was mom, Maddox, and Bayleigh were at the table and they were looking at me and asked "how's it going with Kaylee?". I didn't know how to put it in words for them so all I said was " Kaylee had an anxiety attack and that when I walked back to see her she was laying on the hospital bed asleep and that she had monitors on her head and her chest so she's probably going to be fine" I had left out the part of me saying I love you to her and holding her hand but I think they could see that I was crying because once I made my way to my room.
I looked in the mirror my eyes were still red, bloodshot and puffy.
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Living a dream
Roman d'amour6 will always be my favorite number and you'll know why at the end of this book. When you caught my eye i knew you were the one for me even if you knew it or not. I didn't want to go but know im glad i did because the day changed my wh...
