“Feel free to treat this place like your own home,” I told him.
After everything was set up, I carefully placed Angel on a soft throw blanket beside me and propped a pillow beside her to act as a barrier. I noticed Scar, who was laying on the air mattress on the floor beside my futon, staring up at Angel.
“Do you think she’ll be okay through the night?” he asked anxiously. “What if she falls? Maybe I should stay awake and watch her just in case…”
“She’ll be fine,” I reassured him with a smile. “I’m a light sleeper. One peep, and I’m up.”
Scar frowned, unconvinced.
“You need your rest, too,” I said sternly. “You’ve been up all night. You can’t take care of a baby without taking care of yourself.”
Scar groaned and slumped into the air mattress. “Fine, if you’re gonna get all preachy about it…”
“Yeah, I will. So get some sleep.”
He silently flipped me off. I chuckled.
“Goodnight, Scar.”
“Night,” he mumbled. “And goodnight Angel.”
I glanced down at her beautiful form. Angel was fast asleep, completely unaware of what she’d been through and the new situation she was in. I felt a pang of sadness knowing one day she would ask us where she came from, and we would have to tell her the truth.
A fire burned in the pit of my stomach. Whoever did this to Angel would pay.
