"Macy. Macy. We're here." Caden was on the other side of her bed brushing her hair back from her face. 
"Honey, wake up. Can you hear us? Wake up."
Her body movements started to slow and her eyes began to open. She jolted awake—covered in sweat and holding her cast as if her arm was broken all over again. 
"No, no, it's okay. It's just us," I said, putting my hand on the other side of her head to gently hold it. 
She was crying, tears running down her face. 
"I—I was back in the room and Mom was falling on me again. I swear I felt my arm break again." She started to sob and I climbed in bed with her, engulfing her in my embrace—careful of her arm. 
Caden was shaking. He looked at me, I nodded, and he said, "I'm going to go get her some Tylenol and warm milk. She loves the milk, maybe it will help." 
"Good. Good. Yeah, good idea," I responded.
Making soothing sounds as I rocked her, I felt myself tearing up with her as she sobbed. How to help a little girl who went through everything she experienced. How we got here, was beyond me. 
I felt her body start to relax and her sobbing ease just as Caden returned with her milk and meds. They gave her prescription strength acetaminophen for her pain which she took without complaint.  
Holding her mug of milk close to her, she said, "thanks, Daddy."
Leaning his head into hers, he kissed her forehead and said, "you're welcome, honey. Are you feeling any better?"
"Yeah. A little."
"Okay good. You want me to stay the night with you in here?"
"Yeah—would you both stay with me?"
We looked at the twin bed and I responded, "I'm not sure we'd both fit with you, honey."
"Oh... yeah, I guess you're right."
"Why don't we have a slumber party," Caden said. "I can throw some blankets on the floor next to your bed. You and Felicity can share the bed together and I'll sleep right next to you. How does that sound?"
She looked over the edge, as if on a ship and needing to make sure the waters were calm. Glancing at her father Macy nodded, "okay, yeah—that'll work."
"Okay, good. Your dad can grab the blankets and I'll go help with the pillows. You'll be okay for a minute?"
"Yeah, I'll be okay. Thanks Felicity," she said—a small smile starting to blossom on her face. 
Caden and I walked back into our room. 
"Damn, that was terrifying," he quietly mumbled.
"Tell me about it. Let's get our stuff and get back in there."
I approached the bed and pulled the pillows off, looking at them I noticed there were different cases on them. "Caden?"
"Yeah?"
Holding up the pillow from my side, I asked, "is this the pillow from the guest room that I was using?"
"Oh—um," he cleared his throat. Rubbing the back of his neck, he was looking down and, I swear he was red from his cheeks down past his neck. "Yeah. So, I grabbed the one from the guest room while you were in Miami," he said. "It still smelled like you. I actually wondered if you noticed it missing," he laughed lightly with his response, embarrassment written all over his features.
"I didn't." I looked at the bed, the pillows, and then back to him. I was touched. I felt my eyes start to water. It meant something to me that he needed me in here with him—that he missed me.
I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face in his chest. Still holding both of the pillows, one in each hand, they rounded to his back. I mumbled into his chest, "I missed you too," I whispered. "Every night."
We brought the pillows and the extra blankets from the closet, creating a makeshift bed on Macy's floor. It wasn't the most comfortable arrangement, but as we all got settled into our respective spots—Macy curled up against me in her twin bed, Caden stretched out below us—it felt right.
"This is nice," Macy said sleepily, her voice already getting heavy again. "Like camping, but inside."
"Yeah, it is," I agreed, stroking her hair. "You feeling better, sweetheart?"
"Mmhmm. Thanks for staying."
"Always," I whispered. "We'll always stay when you need us."
Within minutes, her breathing had evened out into the deep rhythm of sleep. I lay there listening to both of them—Macy's soft breaths above, Caden's steady breathing from the floor. My family. Our family.
"Felicity?" Caden's voice was barely a whisper.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
The house settled around us, quiet and peaceful. 
As I drifted back to sleep with Macy's small hand tucked in mine and Caden's presence steady beside us, I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time: complete peace. We were exactly where we belonged.
Tomorrow will bring its own challenges—therapy appointments to make, routines to establish, the ongoing legal situation with Jessica, and collecting her belongings from her mom and Brad's house. But tonight, we were together. Safe. Healing.
All of us.