I was ready for Moon to come home. I was so ready for him to come home; actually....no I'm not. I've been so worried about him that I haven't even prepared anything. The doctor had given me a list of things I needed for him, though I hadn't even been weirded out until I looked back at the list. Most of it was a bunch of baby stuff, but I suppose it makes sense considering all his injuries. His jaw was broken in two places, meaning he had to drink food out of a straw, and he couldn't even speak properly. Luckily, he was healing nicely. Once his jaw heals, he'll be able to come home with me and Quinn, our black German shepherd. Until then, I had to get the house ready for him. I had already bought some bibs and modified one of the dining chairs into a highchair. I was currently working on modifying our bedroom, making our bed into more of a crib style so that he doesn't roll off. I also made extra room in the closet for all his diaper changing stuff. All I needed were some onesies for when it gets cold and a changing mat so he wouldn't make a mess on the bed. I would do anything for him. Even if it meant changing his diapers and treating him like a baby. I have already been changing them for a few days now since the doctors said that I should get used to it since he's now incontinence. I felt nothing but sympathetic for my boyfriend. It wasn't fair! Not to him...not to me. I know it's going to take time to adjust, but I can't help but feel excited to finally be able to bring him home. I decided to stop by and get him a cute little tiger stuffie to comfort him since I couldn't much without the fear of hurting him. I was so scared. He was so fragile and weak and I feel like he could crumble with just one touch. I knew it was just my paranoia, but I couldn't shake it from my mind. I couldn't stand the thought of hurting the love of my life. As I stood there with the little tiger stuffy and a bouquet of yellow roses, I couldn't help but break down in tears as the doctor's fed him his dinner smoothie; what it was, no one could really tell. I placed the objects in the side table and sat on the couch, waiting for him to be done so I could change him and coo all over him, which always seemed to make him smile in his little way since I knew it probably hurt him. Poor baby. I love you Moon. We will be home soon darling. I hope.