Emily hung up the phone. Mentally drained. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry. To be happy her husband remembered her or be sad for the time they'd lost.
She sank to the floor, cradling the phone in her hand. Fatigue began to overtake her. She hasn't slept properly since the accident, but now, Aaron was returning.
She stayed in a heap on the floor until she heard a knock at the door. She picked herself up and timidly walked to the door. Her hand shook as she opened the door. He was there, bags in hand. Stepping around her he put down his bags. Raising one hand he cupped her cheek. "Oh Em, what I've put you through. How can you ever forgive me?"
"You're home now. That's all that matters." She took his hand from her chin and kissed his palm. His other arm snaked around her waist pulling her into him. Together they cried. After what seemed like hours they pulled away. "Come on, let's puts your things away where they belong."
Later that evening they were sitting in the lounge watching TV. Emily turned to face Aaron, "You have been home for 6 hours. You have unpacked. I have made us dinner. But you have not even kissed me. Can I ask you why? Even since you've walked back through the door you have kept yourself at a distance."
"It's been 3 months Emily. I guess I was worried I'd hurt you too much. What if you didn't feel the same way about me anymore. What if when I did kiss you it wasn't the same? I've been sitting here for the last half hour trying to build up the courage to put my arm around you. I feel like a teenager sitting here wondering if I'm going to be getting lucky tonight. And the more I think about it the less certain I am. Does that make any sense?"
Emily takes his hand and places it over her heart. "Aaron, don't you think I'm nervous too. I've been married for 3 months and for most of that time my husband wouldn't even look at me let only touch me. Quite frankly all I want to do is take you into our bedroom and ravish you. To make up for all the lost time. But at the same time I don't want to rush you. But please don't sit there and say you are worried that I wouldn't feel the same way. That I wouldn't want you. Please."
"Emily, I'm going to kiss you. I need to kiss you." Their lips meet. It is everything they had remembered. Needing oxygen they pull apart. Standing up Emily leads Aaron into their bedroom.