"Okay," she said as she looked up at him. "I mean, we hadn't talked about it. I'm... glad, because things changed a lot, for us, after that. They changed- I can't even tell you how much."
They both had to do a lot of forgiving when he got back. She wanted to tell him, sort of, that the shit that happened with Ima wasn't okay, it was never okay, that if he ever did it again-- but she wasn't that woman anymore. She'd take care of it, if it happened, but she wondered if it was just who he was, after the shit with Colette.
She nodded when he asked if it was free - she knew that right now, paying for somebody to watch Abel was bleeding him dry. "Yeah. That's why we started using the hospital instead of Aleda, at home." She let her hands skim back, needing to keep that touch, the hands on his waist - they'd spent seemingly forever together, that every time they've been apart in their lives coming back seemed like coming home. "Does this seem more real, to you?" She said it softly. "Or does it still seem like a dream?" She was still trying to find her own way through.
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They both had to do a lot of forgiving when he got back. She wanted to tell him, sort of, that the shit that happened with Ima wasn't okay, it was never okay, that if he ever did it again-- but she wasn't that woman anymore. She'd take care of it, if it happened, but she wondered if it was just who he was, after the shit with Colette.
She nodded when he asked if it was free - she knew that right now, paying for somebody to watch Abel was bleeding him dry. "Yeah. That's why we started using the hospital instead of Aleda, at home." She let her hands skim back, needing to keep that touch, the hands on his waist - they'd spent seemingly forever together, that every time they've been apart in their lives coming back seemed like coming home. "Does this seem more real, to you?" She said it softly. "Or does it still seem like a dream?" She was still trying to find her own way through.