Thirty-Six
Kelly
“Good morning,” I said when Sean opened his eyes.
I’d woken up a few minutes before and laid there, taking in his face, relaxed in sleep, and the cute, disheveled hair surrounding it.
I’d woke up feeling not one ounce of regret. Instead, it felt right to have Sean sleeping next to me in our bed, on his side, his body curled toward me as he seeked my warmth.
I felt content. Alive. Happy.
It was the first time I’d felt this way, like my old self, since I’d come to in the hospital bed and my whole world had been turned upside down.
“Morning,” he replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiled.
He’d changed over the years, and while a part of me mourned the fact I hadn’t been there to see those changes occur, I was enjoying the process of getting to discover
