Delilah's POV
It's been two weeks since I was kidnapped. Two weeks of staying in bed have bored me out of my mind. I just might die if I watch another TV show or read another book. I throw off the covers, and as if Carmine can hear the rustle of blankets from the kitchen, he zips into the bedroom quicker than I can take my next breath.
"Sweetling, you know you need to be in bed." He comes around the corner and sets a water bottle down on the nightstand.
"No, I don't. The doctor cleared me a week ago, Carmine. It wasn't even needed. Whatever that guy injected me with is out of my system. The baby is okay. We're healthy." I place my palm on his chest and smile. "I want to feel the sun. I want to take my test, graduate, and attend medical school. I have to live my life. We have to live our lives. We can't do that if we're stuck in the house. There's an entire world to see out there."
