Isla
Isla manages to conduct her exam with a babe in her arms, rocking Mateo gently as she hmms and scrutinises, poking Remi here and there with much less of an impressed look on her face. There's no cooing or exclamations of perfect, only raised brows and the knowledge that they both know he hasn't been taking care of himself. "You have a son," she reminds him, "and a husband who loves you. So you should stay in ship-shape for them, if not for yourself."
The smile finally comes then, and she glances around to see if there's somewhere she might put Mateo for the time being. "If you think there's anywhere safe to let him nap, I'll take care of the obvious stuff for you now. But only if you promise not to come back with more injuries."
The smile finally comes then, and she glances around to see if there's somewhere she might put Mateo for the time being. "If you think there's anywhere safe to let him nap, I'll take care of the obvious stuff for you now. But only if you promise not to come back with more injuries."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
