***** Three Weeks Later****
“Quentin! Come on!!! I can make it downstairs myself!” Nyrissa whined, not for the first time, as Quentin carried her down the stairs to the kitchen.
“You’re doctor said bed rest. So, you are on bed rest! You’re lucky I’m strong enough to carry you down the stairs. Otherwise, you’d never leave the bedroom,” Quentin reminded her firmly.
“This is just ridiculous! They only said not to exert myself! The baby is fine and growing strong, and I am fine. I don’t even have my stitches anymore! Come on, just put me down and let me walk!” Nyrissa argued.
Quentin rolled his eyes but didn’t even try to put her down until he was at the dining room table. Natalie was already there, munching on her morning cereal and sipping a homemade Italian Soda. Her swollen eye had long since disappeared, and the cut on her lip was nothing but a faint scar now. The few discolored spots on her face were all that was really left of her time with Frank.