Chapter 50: Six Weeks Later

Cami

"I love you."

"I love you." My leg is up on Owen’s shoulder, the good one that doesn’t get looked at later today to make sure he’s completely healed up and he can finally ditch the sling. My other leg is bent, foot planted into the mattress next to my butt at the corner of the bed. How he’s managing it in the cast still on his lower leg is beyond me, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Right now, I don’t either. As long as he’s not in pain or uncomfortable, I’m good with it.

He drives hard into me, grips my thigh and grunts, repeating himself, "Love you."

Since we said the words just last week, we say them often. It’s hard not to when you’re feeling what we’re feeling.