I smiled sleepily at Tyler Tuesday morning. I scheduled my therapy appointment earlier so we would have more time to speak. I was proud that Tyler still showed up. We got back from the party late Sunday. It was a wonderful time, and he was well-behaved the whole time. I think Tracy's family recognized me, but they were respectful. Especially her mom. She flustered me but was super kind before letting me know she was available to speak when I was ready.
I shook myself out of my thoughts, seeing his amused face. "I told you to go to bed," he snarked, heading into my kitchen. "I needed to get that last piece fixed. " I murmured to him as he rustled around my cabinets.
"How is your tummy?"
"I got sick when I first got up, but I think I can eat something light," I told him. Before sittin
