I wanted to stay back in the suite but Jace insisted that I followed him to the hospital even though I wanted to give him some alone time with his mother.
He was paranoid. I could see it in the way his eyes strayed to me at almost every moment and how he didn't want to let my hand go even while we were seated in the back of the vehicle that was taking us to the hospital.
It would have been sweet on a normal day but today it only spiked the anxiety building in my chest. I heaved and sighed a couple of times and threw him a smile when his brow arched as he stared at me.
I took a closer look at his face. Within the past few days, he had grown a small stubble that made him look older than his thirty five years of age.
Using my left thumb, I reached for his forehead and ironed out the creases that lined it.
"You need to relax," I whispered.
"I'm trying, I promise."
