“What’s funny?” I ask.
“I"ve never seen you in PJs before.”
“I thought it was more appropriate right now; didn’t want you to feel pressured.”
“I don’t…. Michael, thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being here.”
“I kiss her forehead. “Always.”
She’s feeling better, but she looks awful. “Would you like me to run you a bath? You’ll feel better if you’re clean.”
“That would be nice.”
There’s no shortage of expensive oils and salts in the bathroom and I tip plenty in, making the water foamy and as much of a treat as possible for her.
“Want me to keep you company?”
“Mmm… I’d rather just be quiet and have a soak. Is that alright?”
“If you’re alright, yes, of course it is.”
She smiles through swollen eyes, patting my chest with her palm. I kiss her. “Try to relax.”
She does seem fairly cal
