I open a bottle of wine, pour myself a glass and go curl up on the couch next to him with a book of my own until it’s time to put the cookies in to bake. I read, and bake, and cook, enjoying having my mate near in a moment that just feels normal for a change. As I'm working on cooking dinner, I feel Seth come up behind me and wrap his arms around me.
“How long did I sleep?” he asks gruffly.
I smile, just enjoying being together. “I don’t know, a couple of hours I think. Are you OK with an early dinner? I thought it would take me longer but once I got used to my hand it’s been going well.”
“An early dinner sounds great, Love. Do you need any help?” he asks.
“That’s alright, I’ve got it.” I tell him with a smile, happy to be doing what I love.
Seth goes to sit at a barstool beh
