Page 112 of Goose

Mentally, she’s still struggling. Willow is coming every day to check on her and help and helping me set my home up to help her.

We installed small lights along the baseboards to light up the hallway. We also installed lights on the stairs so she could see and not worry. Every room now had small lights that lit up at night, so there wasn’t a dark spot in my house.

Even the light switches light up so she knows exactly where they are. I also upgraded my security system and placed cameras all over the property.

Bambi will now be able to see all the cameras right on her phone from anywhere she is. I know that will help her feel safer if she can see everything all the time.

Willow sits in with Bambi during her therapy sessions and oversees everything that happens. She makes sure the anxiety medicine is safe for Bambi and is really helping her.

We’re so lucky to have such supportive family and friends. All the guys helped move most of her things to my house and are excited to see her discharged.

I drive my truck today instead of my bike, just to make Bambi feel a little more comfortable. I walk up the stairs and find her standing in front of the nurses’ station, laughing and looking like her normal self.

Lilah brought her comfy clothes to wear, and she looks perfect. She’s wearing denim overalls that are cuffed right above her ankle. A bright white tank top is layered underneath with matching white converse sneakers.

Her honey blonde hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail and she wears minimal make-up today. Her entire outfit reminds me of the little Bambi I met way back in elementary school; the day I met my soulmate and didn’t even know it.

I have a bouquet of beautiful peonies in different shades of pink for her in my hand; They’re Bambi’s favorite flowers.

As I get closer, the nurses awe and coo. Bambi turns to me with a big smile on her face.

“Hey, angel.”

I place the flowers on the nurses’ station and take Bambi’s face in my hands. Leaning down, I taste those sweet honey flavored lips. I slip my tongue past her lips and lean in closer so our bodies are touching.

“Sawyer Charles Crawford! Stop giving my nurses a peep show!”

I turn and laugh as Lilah comes walking over to us.

“Just missed my woman, baby sis.”

She huffs and playfully slaps me on the arm.

“Well, do that shit at home. This is a hospital, not a bedroom.”

Bambi laughs and wiggles her eyebrows.

“Pretty sure your office was a bedroom last night, girly.”

Lilah playfully gasps. “Hey! What happened to girl code, bitch?”

The women laugh, and it makes my heart happy to see Bambi getting back to her normal self.

“Alright, ladies. Break it up. I’m ready to take this beautiful siren home now. We’ll be back by the end of the week, anyway.”

I take Bambi by the hand and lead her down to my truck that’s waiting outside. I carefully help Bambi in and walk over to the driver’s side.

Starting the truck, I slowly drive out of the parking lot and onto main street. Bambi just stares out the window as we make our way to her apartment.

I pull into Studio Forty-Eight’s parking lot and drive around back. I park close to her stairs and shut the truck off.

We get out and make our way up to her apartment. “I already checked, and it’s safe, baby.”

Bambi nods and slowly opens the door. She walks around looking at everything with caution.

“I’m gonna make some lunch, babe. I’ll just be in the kitchen.”

She just nods as she makes her way down to her bedroom. I just start to make sandwiches when I hear Bambi scream from down the hall.

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