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Fiore
I wake up in our bed, warm and safe. I remember things in a jumble; a story I want to tell Monster, the fact that I am pregnant, that we probably need some more coffee beans. I stretch, the tee shirt that I’m wearing without anything underneath sliding up my body.
Smiling, I know exactly who I should present my naked ass to, with the awareness that cupping and fondling will be forthcoming. Rolling over onto my side, I face Monster.
Only he’s not there. An empty space greets me starkly, his side of the bed still made up.
That’s when I realize that Monster died yesterday.
I sob out a breath, my heart hurting so damn bad I don’t know to do with myself. It’s a physical ache as much as it is a psychic one. I lie in our bed, crying out all the tears that I have to cry just now.
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