Anthony pov
The driveway was a mess, puddled over from last night's storm, the kind that made your boots stick and pull like the earth wanted to keep you. Water sloshed as I stepped out of the car , my headlights catching on the overturned trash cans by the porch. Nothing serious, just the usual post-storm chaos. Prince barked once—sharp, familiar—before I even turned the key to kill the engine.
I barely had the door open before he was at my legs, tail going a mile a minute, nosing my knees like I'd been gone a week instead of a few hours. I crouched to run my hand over his ears. "You're good," I muttered, relief warming in my chest. "Good boy, Prince. I'm sorry I left you last night."
But I had to. Camila had called, and I answered. it was all worth it I couldn't believe it we kissed slept in the same bed and I even made her breakfast she was mine all mine and I was hers .
I glanced at the house—still standing, no broken windows, roof intact i texted dad to let him know things were fine —I feed Prince and gave him one last pat before grabbing the duffel with some stuff and heading back toward the car. He whined when I pulled the door shut.
"I'll be back soon," I promised, even if he couldn't understand. My mind wasn't here, not really.
It was on her.
On Camila.
Still next door at the estate, probably curled up on the old loveseat with that stubborn horse of hers, Kitty, still stomping around the muddy yard like nothing happened. Camila was hurt, but I wouldn't put it past her to limp out there anyway, half-dressed and barefoot just to check on that beast. She said Kitty understood her better than most people. Maybe that was true. Maybe Kitty was the only thing that kept her calm while the storms of her life passed but now she had me too.
The estate was quiet when I pulled up. A few branches littered the gravel path, the yard strewn with soaked hay and bits of trash blown in from God knows where. But my heart settled as soon as I saw the faint siloet in the window.
She was there. waiting.
And all I wanted was to get back to her.
My Camila.
I got out of the car and jogged up the driveway. It had only been an hour or so, but I missed her already.
She was sitting and reading by the window, looking calm—but the muddy shoes by the door told me what I had already suspected.
She went to see Kitty.
"Is Kitty alright?" I asked as I stepped inside.
She didn't bother repeating my question—just nodded and said, "Yep. Healthy as a horse."
I laughed. That was exactly what Kitty was.
I leaned down, kissed the top of her head, and said, "Come on, get ready. We're heading to the hospital for your check-up. We can check in on your friendd while we're at it."
I watched her wobble around the room as she got dressed. She was still moving slow, but determined as ever. I'd already showered while she was sleeping earlier, so I was ready to go.
I told her I'd take the Jeep—we didn't know what condition the road was in after the storm, and it was better equipped for mud and debris. She agreed without hesitation. My dad always kept the Jeep around for situations like this.
She was ready in no time, dressed in a red spaghetti-strap top, cargo pants, and sandals. Simple, but she couldn't have looked cuter if she tried. As she hopped past me, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the car.
I drove across the estate, back to my place, and pulled the Jeep out of the garage. Then I gently helped her out of the car and into the Jeep before heading off to the hospital.
The ride was quiet in the best way. She snacked on chips and played Lana Del Rey the entire time. That girl... she truly warmed my soul.
When we arrived at the hospital, it was a bit crowded. We had to wait nearly two hours. She was restless and fidgeted constantly, but I stayed close, letting her lean against me while we waited.
Finally, it was our turn.
The doctor took a look at her wound, checked her records, and confirmed she'd already had a tetanus shot not long ago. He told us the injury wasn't bad, that it was clean, and there was nothing to worry about. That was all I needed to hear.
I took her back home and made lunch while she rested.
We tried to find Julia antwan and Tyler but they were busy cleaning up there own homes after the storm the aftermath sure was something we'll atleast I got the girl as a result .