Chapter 196

A couple of hours later, Cole had me hauled up in bed and was currently trying to force-feed me some vile-looking vegetable noodle soup. "I don't want it." I croak with a grimace, and I turn my face away.

"Shayla, my mother said it's good for you and the baby. You have to drink a little, come on." Cole insists, and I wrinkle my nose in distaste but open my mouth and begrudgingly eat the soup. It didn't taste as bad as it smelt, but I still wasn't impressed.

Cole stayed by my side the entire time until I was feeling better. We watched films in bed; he even read me a book and played a song on his guitar. Save for our bickering, we almost felt like us again-- the old us back when we first met, and everything was a lot less complicated.

"Can I give you a lift home?" Cole offers the following day while I walk out of the bathroom. I shake my head and hold up my phone.

"Aimee is on her way," I reply with a shrug and force a smile on my face. "Thank you again for tak