“Thank you so much for visiting,” Diya said as she escorted us to my car.
“No need to thank me. I should do more.”
“This is enough. You have a life.” She told me with an understanding tone.
We got to the car and while Zion opened the door and got in; I turned to her. “I pray all goes well for you, I want you happy and with your baby.” I pulled her in for a quick hug.
She waved us off, and I looked forward to visiting again.
Driving home took forty-five minutes. I did the mental calculation of my time. Including traffic jams would make it an hour and thirty minutes before reaching the house.
“Mommy, sleep!” Zion yelled, and I glance back to see his weary eyes.
I strapped him into the back seat and made sure it was comfortable. That way he could easily do that without stressing himself if he wanted to sleep.