11

I haven’t slept. I spent all night next to Cole.

Just a broken arm. A concussion. Nothing major.

But without Kingston, it could have been worse.

After the 7th time of me thanking him, he told me it’s okay and he understands.

They left around 2am. After Dam and Tate arrived.

Tate looked adorable in her little pink pyjama set and Mr. Cuddles in hand. Damien looked sleep deprived and angry.

I was the same up until Miles told me what he did and Kingston told he how he did it.

Drunk dancing on a table. Really. Cole. Really.

“Em, you should go home. Get some sleep and a shower. Come back when he is getting discharged and will spend the day with the four of us.” Damien whispers in my ear, to not wake Tate or Cole up.

“But-” I go to speak.

“Go home, Emmy. I texted Miles to pick you up. He’ll be here in 5. Ok, if something happens I’ll ring you.” He responds, not taking no for an answer.

I get up kiss Tate on the forehead, squeeze Cole’s hand which I haven’t let go of since I graspe