She disrobed quickly. George took longer, as he eased his clothes off, moving carefully not to disturb his bandages. Poor fellow, she thought, he’ll be even more sore in the morning, after he stiffens up.
They lay down as close together as they could get on their separate cots, George’s right arm reaching out under her own covers to rest around her, his hand resting on her belly and their growing child. Her eyelids grew heavy, but she kept them open until she felt his body go limp and heard his steady breathing. That familiar sound broke the last bit of her armor, and she relaxed into a deep sleep for the first time in weeks.
