TrinaIt’d been four days since the hit. Two days of Sam sleeping, followed by two days of him being up before the sun and having breakfast and coffee on the table by the time Trina brought Willow down. Two days Sam had been free of pain. Two days that I hope aren’t a facade. And that this sense of calm we’ve started to enjoy won’t come crashing down around us.
She took in the smell of coffee; admittedly it was enjoyable to have him home and not always at practice, meetings, working out, or games.
“Good morning, babe.” Sam pulled her into a hug as she walked into the kitchen. His face was lit up in a smile as he dropped a kiss onto her lips.
“G’morning. You’re up early again.” The enticing, warm aroma of coffee filled the first floor. Not being able to keep her hands off her husband, Tri
