The Calm Before The Chaos

Isabella is hiding something from me.

She has not been herself, acting rather over-stressed and if I dare to even say it, but she is more edgy and moody than what she normally is.

We are taking Braydon home tomorrow and I can honestly not wait. Though the enthusiasm with Isabella seems to be lacking. I am putting it down to her only being nervous.

But there is definitely something up with her.

But putting that aside, we both have not had a decent night's rest for the past two weeks and from here on end it is not going to get any better.

So while Betty and my mom are looking after Braydon, Isabella and me are going home for a much anticipated rest.

With that, I lace my fingers in hers, and we make our way out of the room. Passing by my father, I only give him one nod, and we make our way down the stairs to the outside of the Hospital. It is with a slight bit of urgency that we find ourselves getting into the car and making the trip home in fa