Author's note: This is definitely the last chapter, I thought I'd write
just one more to please you lot, but then, no more. Please, please R&R
I wake up in his arms and don't even realise that it's Christmas until Susan comes into the room holding Janie and says, "merry Christmas!" She says it quietly, careful not to wake him. She sets Janie down on the bed and I smile at Susan and hug Janie. Susan asks me how he is and I tell her that I don't know. Then she asks how I am and I say to that as well that I don't know. Susan has to go down to the ER and I sit up in the bed, playing with Janie until he wakes up.
When he wakes up he kisses me and says 'merry Christmas'. I wonder why everyone is so obsessed by Christmas, it's just another holiday. There are enough holidays in the year anyway, why do we need another one?
About half an hour Susan comes back, arms laden with presents. Apparently the people in the hospital felt sorry for us having to spend Christmas in the hospital and so bought us presents. I want to say to Susan that I don't want their charity, but I don't. I accept them and I sit on the bed with my husband and my child and open the presents. I watch him help her to unwrap a present that turns out to be a brightly coloured plastic toy that makes her squeal.
It seems senseless that just two people can be my life. These two people are my life, my soul and my family. Without them I'd be incomplete. I felt incomplete for the past few days, not being able to talk to him. He looks at me, seeing that I'm not really there. He touches my arm and electric volts go up my arm, just like the first time he ever touched me. Just like the first time he ever kissed me, the sparks never went away like they do with most married couples. He's still there with me, he's still there in love with me.
I look into his eyes and drown in them at once, those were the eyes I fell in love with. I shift over so that his arms are around me and I lean my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. I feel good, I feel safe and that feeling doesn't go away until the day I die.
THE END
I wake up in his arms and don't even realise that it's Christmas until Susan comes into the room holding Janie and says, "merry Christmas!" She says it quietly, careful not to wake him. She sets Janie down on the bed and I smile at Susan and hug Janie. Susan asks me how he is and I tell her that I don't know. Then she asks how I am and I say to that as well that I don't know. Susan has to go down to the ER and I sit up in the bed, playing with Janie until he wakes up.
When he wakes up he kisses me and says 'merry Christmas'. I wonder why everyone is so obsessed by Christmas, it's just another holiday. There are enough holidays in the year anyway, why do we need another one?
About half an hour Susan comes back, arms laden with presents. Apparently the people in the hospital felt sorry for us having to spend Christmas in the hospital and so bought us presents. I want to say to Susan that I don't want their charity, but I don't. I accept them and I sit on the bed with my husband and my child and open the presents. I watch him help her to unwrap a present that turns out to be a brightly coloured plastic toy that makes her squeal.
It seems senseless that just two people can be my life. These two people are my life, my soul and my family. Without them I'd be incomplete. I felt incomplete for the past few days, not being able to talk to him. He looks at me, seeing that I'm not really there. He touches my arm and electric volts go up my arm, just like the first time he ever touched me. Just like the first time he ever kissed me, the sparks never went away like they do with most married couples. He's still there with me, he's still there in love with me.
I look into his eyes and drown in them at once, those were the eyes I fell in love with. I shift over so that his arms are around me and I lean my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. I feel good, I feel safe and that feeling doesn't go away until the day I die.
THE END