{GIANNA}
The past few days have been blissful—the best days of my life—and today is extra, extra blissful. My toes tap against the foot of the car in glee, and I lift my head from the warm sanctuary of Michael's shoulder to peer out the window, too restless to stay still.
"That excited?" Michael chuckles, rubbing his thumb over my fingers where my hand is still tucked possessively in the crook of his arm.
"Yes!" I practically squeal, twisting to face him. "I can't believe you actually bought a hospital for me." I glance down at the deed in my hand for the hundredth time, half-expecting it to vanish like some cruel mirage. How can this be real? How can everything change so drastically, so quickly?
