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I felt good when I regained consciousness. I felt...lighter, less troubled. The weight of being abandoned completely dissipated form my shoulders and I was left with the carefree happiness.
Edward immediately saw the difference when he woke up after me. (It was quite touching that he fell asleep in the chair next to his bed. I'm sure his back was protesting its hunched over position from his head being buried in the firm mattress, but he didn't show any hint of pain or discomfort when he initiated a tickle war.)
His grins took a different edge; if he had any hesitation with his teasing before, it is absolutely gone now.
Quite frankly, I enjoyed it when he held me upside down and carried me down to the kitchen. I enjoyed it when he threw chocolate chips and grapes at me when I made fun of his apron and domesticity. I enjoyed the feel of his rough tongue on my face after I called him a messy eater. I enjoyed the way we splashed each other with soapy water instead of actually doing the dishes.
But most of all, I enjoyed being in his company. Wearing his clothes while our other ones were being washed. Holding his hand while we sat on the couch and talked about anything and everything.