Rendered Speechless

It is with great concern that I sit with Tyler’s head resting on my lap. He seemed to have fainted, and we are patiently for him to wake. Brooke believes that he must be completely exhausted, for he has not slept but a wink since I have been gone.

So as I watch him flutter open his eyes, there is a great relief that flows over my body, “Baby, are you okay?”

He mumbles softly under his breath as he grabs at his head, “What happened?”

“You fainted. Are you okay?”

He goes silent for a few seconds, I can see a fear creeps in his eyes, but he only waves me off, “I am just exhausted. Come, let’s go home.”

The drive home is fairly quiet; not much is said about what happened. Nobody dares to mention how reckless I was. I know the conversation shall come up; if I am going to be prepared, well, we will have to wait and see that.

I might have said this before, and I shall say it once again. Li