His sharp greens plead with me for reassurance, I wasn’t here the first time, and my heart aches with regret.
“Really, I won’t go anywhere. I only stepped away for five minutes today, the only time in 3 days! It’s not my fault you chose then to wake up.” I throw a little spunk at him to lighten the atmosphere, and it works.
“You go, I go,” he works the words from his jumbled supply and I gently return to my place on his chest, careful not to upset any tubing or jostle his body. As I lay here, I begin the work of thanking God over and over for giving me my life back.
Hours later after falling to sleep sitting sideways on the bed with my chest against his rock hard abdomen, I wake with my hair unbraided and fanned over my body like a blanket. I can tell he is still sleeping from his regular soft breathing pattern, my body rising and falling with each breath he takes. I should move, my side burns, my left ass cheek is numb; actually my entire left side is numb. I shift to sit up and help the blood return to those areas, so it’s safe to stand but instinctually his arms tighten, and he’s awake.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, but I can’t feel my leg, baby, I have to move.” He frees me, and I get a face full of crazy curls when I sit up.
“What have you been doing here?” I ask playfully as I scoop it away from my face and feel around for the hair tie that had been keeping it somewhat under control. I find it and wrap the mess back up into a knot at the nape of my neck. He gives a tiny shoulder shrug and his trademark smirk. He’s killing me here. It’s not quite New Years, only three days since we had our rendezvous right here in this bed but my body craves him, like gravity he pulls me in oblivious of the effect he’s having on me, or so it seems. As the blood returns to my deadened side, I look thoughtfully at him, switching my gaze from his eyes to the scar on his head and then settling on his lips before I close my eyes. He reaches up and drags his palm down my face gently brushing my eyelids with the tips of his fingers and then around the side of my neck and resting finally flat against the center of my chest. I keep my eyes closed and relax under his power, the connection between us stronger than ever before. My heart beats under his hand, increasing initially and leveling off to a steady beat as the minutes go by, kind of like our relationship. We started out with high drama and intense complications, his accident, our pasts, and a brain tumor. We’ve ridden through the peaks and plummets of the roller coaster, and finally we have come to a long stretch where things will settle, and we can enjoy the calm after the storm. I hope.
We are alone now, everyone has gone home, and I wish we could go home too. “When can we go?” he asks. I lazily open my eyes are not surprised any more by his ability to know exactly what I’m thinking.
“Soon I hope. How’s your pain?” I glance up at the monitor that takes his blood pressure frequently. It’s perfect.
“Fine.” I wouldn’t expect him to answer any other way, his body will be the only indicator if he’s hurting, and I know he will never tell me, I don’t know why I bother asking. Yes I do, I ask, so he knows I’m worried, he hates when I worry. Maybe he will take some damn pain meds so I won’t have to. I purse my lips and look at him skeptically. “Really, I’m fine.”
“You sound better, seems like speaking is a little easier, yea?”
“Yes, a little.” I lean to kiss his full mouth softly, and he surprises me by biting my lip while I’m there.
“Ouch! Hey, you! You’re not supposed to be frisky.” I giggle, and he smiles, a real smile this time not holding anything back he flashes me his perfectly straight, bright white teeth and I wonder… “Did you have braces or are your teeth naturally that straight?” I ask.
He snorts softly “Natural, these are all mine, baby.” He grins again this time with
“Really, I won’t go anywhere. I only stepped away for five minutes today, the only time in 3 days! It’s not my fault you chose then to wake up.” I throw a little spunk at him to lighten the atmosphere, and it works.
“You go, I go,” he works the words from his jumbled supply and I gently return to my place on his chest, careful not to upset any tubing or jostle his body. As I lay here, I begin the work of thanking God over and over for giving me my life back.
Hours later after falling to sleep sitting sideways on the bed with my chest against his rock hard abdomen, I wake with my hair unbraided and fanned over my body like a blanket. I can tell he is still sleeping from his regular soft breathing pattern, my body rising and falling with each breath he takes. I should move, my side burns, my left ass cheek is numb; actually my entire left side is numb. I shift to sit up and help the blood return to those areas, so it’s safe to stand but instinctually his arms tighten, and he’s awake.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, but I can’t feel my leg, baby, I have to move.” He frees me, and I get a face full of crazy curls when I sit up.
“What have you been doing here?” I ask playfully as I scoop it away from my face and feel around for the hair tie that had been keeping it somewhat under control. I find it and wrap the mess back up into a knot at the nape of my neck. He gives a tiny shoulder shrug and his trademark smirk. He’s killing me here. It’s not quite New Years, only three days since we had our rendezvous right here in this bed but my body craves him, like gravity he pulls me in oblivious of the effect he’s having on me, or so it seems. As the blood returns to my deadened side, I look thoughtfully at him, switching my gaze from his eyes to the scar on his head and then settling on his lips before I close my eyes. He reaches up and drags his palm down my face gently brushing my eyelids with the tips of his fingers and then around the side of my neck and resting finally flat against the center of my chest. I keep my eyes closed and relax under his power, the connection between us stronger than ever before. My heart beats under his hand, increasing initially and leveling off to a steady beat as the minutes go by, kind of like our relationship. We started out with high drama and intense complications, his accident, our pasts, and a brain tumor. We’ve ridden through the peaks and plummets of the roller coaster, and finally we have come to a long stretch where things will settle, and we can enjoy the calm after the storm. I hope.
We are alone now, everyone has gone home, and I wish we could go home too. “When can we go?” he asks. I lazily open my eyes are not surprised any more by his ability to know exactly what I’m thinking.
“Soon I hope. How’s your pain?” I glance up at the monitor that takes his blood pressure frequently. It’s perfect.
“Fine.” I wouldn’t expect him to answer any other way, his body will be the only indicator if he’s hurting, and I know he will never tell me, I don’t know why I bother asking. Yes I do, I ask, so he knows I’m worried, he hates when I worry. Maybe he will take some damn pain meds so I won’t have to. I purse my lips and look at him skeptically. “Really, I’m fine.”
“You sound better, seems like speaking is a little easier, yea?”
“Yes, a little.” I lean to kiss his full mouth softly, and he surprises me by biting my lip while I’m there.
“Ouch! Hey, you! You’re not supposed to be frisky.” I giggle, and he smiles, a real smile this time not holding anything back he flashes me his perfectly straight, bright white teeth and I wonder… “Did you have braces or are your teeth naturally that straight?” I ask.
He snorts softly “Natural, these are all mine, baby.” He grins again this time with
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