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Blessings,

Sarah.

Today was finally the day.

Julie helped Keith sit up from bed and pulled his black socks onto his feet gently.

"You're coming home with me today, Champ!" She beamed, setting his slippers in front of him. He slipped his feet into them and stood, keeping his hand firmly on her shoulder as she steadied him.

"Your apartment?" He confirmed.

"Our apartment," she corrected. "Henry is coming by later tonight."

"Really?"

"Really. He had to work today, but he knows you're coming home and he offered to bring us dinner."

"Did the doctor say anything about anymore surgeries?"

Julie smiled, pretending that the doctor hadn't. Of-course, Keith's doctor had said many things about upcoming surgeries, but that meant more time in the hospital, and more possible setbacks. She couldn't run his good mood for the day. He was coming home, and for now she wanted him to believe that it was indefinitely.

"Do we have everything?" She asked him as they glanced around the room.

Keith nodded and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"I already signed your papers," she stated. "We can just leave. They told us a nurse will meet us at the door."

Keith smiled and followed her lead as they left his room. They took the elevator down five stories and finally arrived in the hallway leading to the waiting room. They continued walking, waiving at the nurses at the front desk. A nurse they hadn't met before saw them at the front door and helped Keith sit in the wheelchair she had for him as they brought him to his truck which was parked rows and rows of parking spaces away. Julie gripped his hand as she kept up with the pace of the wheelchair.

"Thank you," he said to the nurse as she helped Julie get Keith into the truck and situated.

"No problem. Is there anything else you need?"

"No, I think we're all set. If he has any questions, or setbacks, though, we can just call the hospital?"

"Yes, they'll pull up his files for you immediately," the nurse smiled.

"That's great, thank you," Julie responded again getting into the truck herself as the nurse wheeled the wheelchair back into the hospital.

"Ready?" She asked as she started the truck.

"So, ready," he replied, clicking his seatbelt into the receiver.

The drive to Julie's apartment wasn't wasted on a lack of conversation. Keith was acting as though he hadn't been in the hospital all this time, and was his usually joking self, and Julie responded just as happily. It was nice to keep their thoughts off his sickness for awhile. Julie knew it was hard on Keith, and she didn't want to sound selfish by any stretch of the word, but it was hard on her too. It was tough going back and forth between the hospital and her and Keith's home; wondering how to care for him, and worrying about him. Julie gripped the steering wheel tightly as she thought of all these recent experiences. Her Keith had been through so much; too much. She wished desperately that she could take away all of his pain and torment; all of the memories and scars. But she couldn't. He was stuck with them, and so was she. They were in this together, and she supposed that he was thankful for being able to have a support group even though he had to go through all this.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Keith asked, smiling.

Julie grinned and shook her head as they pulled into their driveway.

"No thoughts."

Keith shrugged, chuckling. "Alright then," he replied as he un-buckled his seatbelt.

They made it in the house quickly, wanting to get settled in as soon as possible, and Keith immediately flopped down on the couch sighing heavily.

"God it's so comfortable," he groaned as Julie laughed.

"You missed it, didn't you?" She asked him, taking a seat next to him.

He had always adored her furniture. Julie supposed that's because it took her about a week to pick out the most comfortable pieces to purchase. He didn't seem this thankful for the furniture when he was in the store with her looking at the same couches for over two hours, but it paid off in the end like she had promised him it would.

"Got that right. Is your bed still as comfortable?"

"Well I don't go out and buy new mattresses every week so I suppose it is," she laughed.

"I love your apartment, Julie," he said, burying his head into a fluffy pillow.

"Our apartment," she corrected again, taking the pillow from him. "By the way, you told me you hated this pillow."

"Well, opinions change!" He shot back, grabbing the pillow from her and burying his face into it once more.

"What a child you act like, Mr. Zetterstrom!"

"What an accusation when your husband is only trying to be funny, Mrs. Zetterstrom!"

"Mrs. Zetterstrom," she reiterated, a thoughtful smile playing on her lips. "I am your wife."

"You are," Keith responded, his eyes glistening with happiness at this revelation of hers.

"I love you, Keith," she spoke softly, her gaze un-wavering from his.

"I love you too, Julie. More than you know," he responded, moving in close to her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, touching the vulnerable skin just above his neck where his hair had begun to fall out. He brushed his lips against hers and she held him close to her, kissing him back as forcefully as she could without feeling that she was hurting him. She touched her hand to his cheek and he smiled against her kiss.

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

"I do now," Julie replied, smiling. "You remind me every-day."

Their foreheads touched and he kissed her fingers as he held her hand to his lips.

"That's how it should be," he replied. "That's exactly how it should be."