The room is quiet and peaceful now, just the sound of his breathing and the clink of the fork against the food box.
I am curled into his side, my head resting peacefully on his shoulder, careful of the bandages wrapped around him.
The warmth of his body slowly sinks into mine, and for the first time in so long, my mind is quiet, relaxed, peaceful.
He takes a slow bite of the beef stew and heaves a long breath.
“f**k, I’ve missed this,” he groans, his voice rough.
I lift my head a little to look at him. “The stew?” I ask.
He looks down at me, and his eyes are so soft it makes my chest ache.
“You, In my arms. This stew that you made for me, and it's tastes so f*****g divine!”
“Oh, God! You can f*****g take my life now!” he throws his head back, exhaling like every problem he’s ever
