One Half of the Whole || Chayla
Layla finished putting her small assortment of clothes she had brought from home back into her bag. She picked it up off the bed and placed it back on the ground weakly, wincing at the sting she felt in her belly. The staples were out, but the scar still hurt and itched. Sighing, she walked over to the tiny crib in the bed and scooped CJ up out of it. He was dressed in a onesie with pants over top of it, along with a jacket and a hat, since this would be his first trip outside of the hospital. She carried him over to the bed, laying him carefully in the car seat that was sitting there, buckling him up. She bit her lip, hating how they were only bringing CJ home, but she knew Delilah still had to get better before she came home.
