Laughter escapes her. “That hasn’t stopped you before. But I guess you’re right, but also so tempting.”
Arching a brow, I smirk at her playful banter, thankful she’s able to somewhat be herself. “I might need to call the doctor back in here and make him double-check that you don’t have brain damage or something,” I tease.
She takes my hand again and interlocks our fingers. “I love you. Have I told you that today?”
“You have, but I never get sick of hearing it. Love you too, baby.”
We continue watching Dirty Dancing, and Maddie whispers every line, which causes me to smile. Concussion and still has it all memorized. I lay my head on the bed, and she runs her fingers through my hair, calming me when I should be calming her. I could’ve lost Maddie today, and the thought alone nearly destr
