MAYA

“Shut the hell up, you idiot.” I throw a chip at Nate’s face.

His chest rumbles with laughter as he darts out his tongue in a mock attempt to catch the chip. Which he failed on as the hips fell to the grass.

“That's what I call wasting food,” he growls, glaring at me hard.

I roll my eyes in return, “Oh well, not my fault you can't catch simple chips.” I grin at him.

It's been two good days since I came back, and I have gotten more peace than I ever had in Donovan's palace.

Though I won't say I am completely over my miscarriage, I am...