Don't Give Up On Me Yet.

It's been 3 weeks since I left the hospital.
I'm back at home and I don't think I've slept at all.
Parents do not lie when they say you won't sleep for the first year or so.
But besides the lack of sleep I've been recieving I honestly couldn't be happier.

Thaniel is healthy and perfect in every way.
and right now he's asleep

I sank into my couch and leaned my head back.
I think this is the first time in 3 weeks the house had no noise in it what so ever.
at least thats what I thought til my cell phone rang.
this always happened.
it was kinda funny to be honest.
I sighed but picked it up anyway

" hello? " I yawned.
" oh did I wake you up or something? "
a smile spread across my face.
Ever since I left the hospital
Patrick has called me every chance he could
He wanted to know every update on Thaniel
and the day we left the hospital he even showed up to drive me home
with bags of baby stuff.

" oh no you didn't. I don't sleep remember? " I laughed andlaid back
" true true I do remember you mentioning that once or twice " he laughed
" yeah only every other time you ask me if you woke me up. anyway whats up? "
I pulled the blanket on me and settled down for my five minutes of relaxation.
" well I was actually calling to tell you I'm going to be back in the area for a few weeks and
I thought maybe I could take thaniel for a few hours, you know let you take a well deserved nap or something "

I could hear the smile in his voice and laughed
" Patrick you don't have to do that honestly. You've done more then enough already, keeping me sain and all "

I sat up walking to the kitchen making another pot of coffee.
I was gonna need it.
" oh I know I don't have to. I want to...in fact " He stopped and there was a light tapping on my door.

I stared at it
like I was waiting for it to open itself or something.
The tap came again and knocked me out of my trance.
Walking over to the door I stared at my phone.
Patrick was still on the line but I couldn't hear anything.
I turned the knob and opened the door
dropping my phone when I did.
There Patrick stood phone in hand
and a big smile on his face.
I practically fainted in my own doorway

" surprise? " He laughed.
I blinked and moved to let him in
" wha...huh? " was all I managed to get out
which caused him to laugh slightly more.

" I thought I'd surprise you so here I am. I hope thats okay " He said nervously playing with his hoodie pockets.
I blinked again
and then the wave of nerves hit me
I was standing here in my pj's hair a mess and most likely bags under my eyes.

" um no it's fine. I just...my appartment as well as myself are a mess " I laughed nervously as he scanned the apparentment.
It really wasn't a mess.
In fact it was abnormally clean.

" You and your appartmentlook fine. You do look like you need a good sleep though " He said taking my hand and pulling me towards the couch.

oh.god.
thats all I can think of
the way my hand felt in his.
and I mean I know I barely know him
but in the short time I have known him
he's helped me so much
he's been nothing but kind to me.
how can I not get butterflies when he smiles or takes my hand?
He sat me down and pulled the blanket over me.

" close your eyes for a while. I got everything covered okay? " he smiled at me and rubbed his thumb across my hand.
I wanted to protest.
say something witty about how I'd probably wake up to my house burning or something
but I couldn't do anything but nod an close my eyes smiling to myself.