Miles wasn’t particularly excited about being a teen parent, but it was growing on him.

When the hospital called him about the news, his mind was a whirlwind of clashing thoughts and emotions.

Guilt, mostly. Because of family, he hasn’t been able to see or check on you. He called everyday, but today, when you’re back home, he’s finally able to see you.

Cautiously, he walks around your bed, making sure to sit directly in front of you. “Hey.” He whispers, reaching to clasp your hand.