I was off for three days. It was Monday, the day after Christmas, when I woke up to rain outside. I was still in Shane’s arms and at hearing the rain I pushed myself even closer to him, my head resting in the crease of his arm. I realized he was also waking up as he was stroking softly over my arm with his fingers.
I kissed his chest and looked up at him, “Good Morning baby.”He looked down at me, “Good Morning.”
I moved up to his face, kissed his mouth, and snuggled close to him again, “I don’t want to get up.”
Shane asked sleepily, “We don’t have to get up, do we?”
“No, we can stay in bed all day.”
He now laughed softly, “Actually I’ve been in bed for five months so I kind of have enough of being stuck in a bed.”
I mumbled, “It’s different now. You’re in a bed you should be in and with a person who wants you in bed with her.”
I heard the grin in his voice, “Yeah, I guess it’s a lot better than a hospital bed or a bed in jail.”
He pulled me closer and kissed my hair, “I love you.”
“I love you.”
I saw his legs twitch under the blanket, it was an ongoing issue now with the spasms.