Emily's POV
Two months later...
"Damon stahhh- op," I laugh as he nibbles on my ear while we lay on his bed. He is lying on top of me but not squishing me with one of his hands on the back of my neck tangled in my hair.
"I can't help it. I'm just so proud of you!" He says, leaning up for a second and then kissing my neck.
"Hahaha, Damon!" I laugh again. Damon shifts so that not as much of his weight is on me and leans back, looking into my eyes.
"Seriously, Emily. I'm so proud of you. The doctor said you're a healthy weight now! 98 pounds!" Damon says, kissing all over my face.
"He said minimum acceptable healthy weight." I correct.
"That's still a healthy weight." He looks at me.
"Barely," I roll my eyes.
"Let's celebrate. You've worked so hard and come so far."
"You call eating
