“Can we go to bed?” I whisper. I’m still so exhausted,

I want to stop thinking, just for one moment and forget

any of this, forget everything but what he feels like. I’m

not ready to be free of his arms around me giving me

much-needed serenity. I sniff back the last of my tears and lift my chin to him.

“Together? Same bed?” He’s wary and being gentle. He doesn’t want to presume anything, so I nod and bring my eyes to his in the dim light.

“Don’t do anything more than hold me … I can’t … I just can’t do anything more than that, I don’t even know if we can even do this.”

Even though I know I need this.

I close my eyes and rest against him, trying to calm all the inner protests and voices telling me how pathetic and weak I am.

“We’ll take it every hour at a time, adjust to what you need. Just being with you is enough, neonata, it’s always enough.” He slides up and scoops me into his arms like a child, letting the throw slide from us to the floor almost gracefully.

carries me, as though I’m fragile and ready to break, to the bedroom and lies me down gently on the bed before moving back to give

breathe. When he hears me sliding into the sheets, he pulls off his clothes too, keeping only his boxers on and he slips in beside me. He waits hesitantly to see if I want his touch, until I tug his hand toward me and he relaxes taking me back into his arms,

yearning for more than his embrace but is quietened by my emotions building inside. I can’t bear to do more than this until I can

fight just yet but she needs this for herself. She needs a break from the pain and he’s the only one who’s capable of giving it to her. A lull in the storm to get my head straight with

legs through his, without even thinking about what I’m doing, in the way we have done a million times before. His deep steady breathing calms me completely, the thoughts, aches, and pains, drift into numbness. I’m shocked at just how quickly I start dosing off again, days of emotional insomnia finally

Mommy’s little

nothing

* * *

comfortable bed, my mind taking moments to come to terms with where I am. Fully rested for the first time in days and for a second, I

about waking up this way. I slowly pull myself free from his embrace and sit up in the bed, pulling my knees to

over the place? Check. Still not further forward in how I feel

happen between us and need some time alone to stand under the massaging jets of water and think of nothing. I don’t regret being

a part of me has made up my mind to

me knew from drunk dialing him that I wasn’t ready to end things. I wasn’t ready to live a Jake-less life, but it doesn’t

I can’t then I’ll

is wafting through the walls. I pull my robe tighter and rub my hair with the towel, then leave it down to air dry; it’s at

holding her breath, just waiting to see how things develop. For once

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