*** 2 weeks later ***
TALIA
“Good morning, beautiful.” Alex placed a mug of coffee onto the bedside table early one morning and then instantly slid into the bed next to me. The connection between us was much stronger now that we had marked each other. It was almost as if we had become one, our emotions connected when we were near each other, his running beside my own. At that moment, Alex felt both content and worried. I was sure that the worry was for his mother.
“Is your mom okay today?” I asked, brushing my hand through his hair.
“She seems okay today. I brought her her morning tea and toast, and she seemed happy with the small gesture.”
“You’re such a good son.” I kissed him on the forehead. He grabbed me, pulling me tight against his body, kissing me deeply.
“Ow!” I pulled away.
