I lay in bed waiting for the little thing to emerge. It had already been a few minutes since I stripped off my shirt and slipped into a comfortable pair of pants. I debated on whether I should check on her or not, but in the end, I decided to give her privacy.
"I’m ready." She announced, drawing my attention towards the bathroom door that was slowly opening.
I felt my breath hitch as I took in the little thing clad in a white lace nightgown with her hair now dry and billowing around her. Her arms, which were wrapped around herself, glowed in the firelight, easily showing the scars that marred them.
Standing I went up to her and lifted her. I didn’t intend on doing anything more than holding her. That was it. That was it.
A small gasp escaped her as I laid her on the bed and stared down
