I twiddle my thumbs nervously as Emmett and I sit in Dr. Callahan's waiting room. Three months have passed slowly, waiting for this day, and if all goes well, I'll be home this evening. Fuck, I can't wait. I miss my cat. I miss my family. I miss my job. I can't wait for normality.

"He's going to say you're good, Bells," Emmett says, sitting beside me. He takes my hand and squeezes it gently as he smiles. "You've done amazing. Aside from the cold, you've managed to stay healthy since leaving the hospital, and your new heart is perfect."

He's not wrong. All of my biopsies have come back good, and while I did get sick once while living in the hotel, it didn't take too long to recover. Of course, it scared the shit out of Emmett and Edward, but it wasn't like I got pneumonia again, which Edward was worried about. He made me get an X-ray three times until I started to feel better.

"I'm just so ready to go home. I miss Hamilton."

He chuckles as the nurse calls my name. "I'm sure the furball misses you too. Let's go."

We follow her into the back, and Edward emerges from an office, smiling when he sees me. He's in the damn suit again, looking handsome as ever, and I just throw caution to the wind and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Thank you," I say earnestly, trying to play the hug off as being an appreciative patient. "I guess this is the end of our doctor-patient relationship, isn't it?"

He smiles. "My last transplant will always be yours, and I wouldn't have it any other way, sweetheart. Now, let's finish this so you can finally go home."

"Finally." I sigh with a blissful sigh, following him into a room.

I'm left alone to change and then open the door to the two of them and a nurse. She's about to take my vitals when Edward clears his throat, holding his hand out to her.

"She gets the all-star Dr. Masen treatment," he says as she laughs.

"All-star, indeed. Here you go."

She hands him the blood pressure cuff, and he steps closer to me, wrapping it around my upper arm. I just smile at him the whole time, and it turns out that my vitals are perfect. No fast heart rate—it's perfectly normal for a donated heart—and my blood pressure and oxygen sats are right on point for average.

I never thought I'd love being called average, but I am. I'm . . . normal again. Sure, I take tons of pills every day, but I'm no longer dying or even close to it. I'm finally living, and now I get to go home and see what a normal life is like.

"Well, Ms. Swan, you're doing remarkable," Dr. Callahan says, smiling as he tells me about my latest biopsy from a few days ago. "I think it's safe to send you back home. We'll still see each other every six months for a biopsy, but I see no reason why you need to be close to the hospital anymore. You're a star patient and have a great support system."

I grin at his words because he doesn't have any idea how great it is.

I'm finally free and want to start this next chapter of my life immediately.

Thanks to May, Nole, Brier, and for prereading and Sally and Fran for Beta'ing.