Nolan stood in the doorway as Becca stood by her mother's bed. "Mom?" Becca whispered. "Rebecca?" Aimee's voice came out in a scratchy hum, her eyes moving to Becca. “Mom, I'm so happy you're awake.” Becca cried, maneuvered around her mother's IV, wrapping her arms around it. Becca moved away from her mother, moved the chair under the desk and sat down, then placed her hands on her mother's. "Mom, how are you feeling?" "I feel better now that you're here." She smiled faintly. Aimee kissed the top of Becca's head. His eyes flashed to Nolan. He could feel her happiness radiating towards him. The door to the room opened and Nolan turned around, Dr. Brooks entered the room. The Doctor smiled at the 'family'. “Aimee, I'm happy to see you two up and talking.” he said walking over to Aimee's bed and turning to Becca. "How are you dear? I can only imagine how difficult it must have been for you." “I'm fine, when will my mother be released?” Becca asked. "We just need to run a few more tests," Dr. Brooks said, and turned to Aimee, "you'll be able to leave by the end of the week." “This is great news.” Nolan said as he walked into the room, he plopped down on the couch in front of the hospital bed. Aimee nodded to her doctor; he leaned towards his ear.Dr. Brooks looked at Becca. "Becca, would you come with me? Your mother wants a moment alone." Becca looked at her mother and Nolan. "All right." Once they left the room, the air was filled with a thick, awkward silence that made Nolan's skin crawl. He glanced at Aimee, whose eyes had been on him from the moment he entered. He wished he could find something to say. To intrude on the conversation he had in mind... middle of paper... ocean. "You're not like other billionaires." Becca said simply. Nolan raised his eyebrows, “What do you mean?” "You're not tense. You act like a person." She laughed and looked at him, noticing his smirk. “Well, believe it or not, I'm not that welcome in the Hampton community. They hid all their initiation cards in their inner circle. ""Every time we came to the beach, Mom and I would build a campfire and cook s'mores. Becca laughed, “Mom is terrible at cooking, her definition of cooked is when the food is charred.” "She's not very good at cooking." Nolan added: “He once burned our Christmas dinner, the whole apartment building was furious. Our neighbor offered to prepare dinner for us." Becca laughed at this, since she had gone to see her mother that afternoon she felt happier. Sitting here with Nolan and talking about his mother, it's been nice.