Seraphim's POV
I was discharged 2 days later, the only thing that kept replaying in my head was the fact that Grey wasn't going to tell me I wasn't pregnant if Natasha wasn't there, I almost couldn't believe him.
The ride home from the hospital felt longer than it truly was, maybe because the world outside the car windows looked too bright, too loud, too normal compared to the storm that still spun inside my chest.
Grey drove in silence, he kept his eyes on the road, but I could feel it… the way his attention pulled toward me again and again, flickering like a shadow across his expression, he wasn't used to silence from me, not this kind.
