Chapter 368 Mischief

He laughed and blushed when Leo teased him that maybe he was the most spoiled one of them all now. Julian brought him a fruit juice, and Karl pretended to steal the cake topper when no one was looking — only to get scolded and fed a big slice instead. Adrian even sat behind Milo, carefully braiding a small strand of his hair while pretending he wasn't doing anything at all.

Nothing was better than the comfort of his own home. After two long weeks in that cold hospital room, Milo finally lay curled up in his soft bed, wrapped in his warm yellow blanket with his big teddy bear tucked right beside him. Even though his wife had arranged the best room for him at the hospital, with new sheets and flowers and everything, he still never felt fully comfortable there. Home was different. Here, the air smelled like familiar detergent and the wooden walls and floor creaked in the same old way when someone walked past his door.