His eyes opened when it was dark in the room.

"Hi, darling," I said gently. He stared at me, then his eyes closed again. My hand went to his hair, and the edges of his eyes curled upwards a little. "How are you feeling? I missed you."

"I missed you, too." Said quietly, but not a whisper. His throat sounded dry.

"Do you want some water?" I asked. Somehow, I was surprisingly calm. So content.

"...Yeah."

I went over to the sink and found the stack of plastic cups that my sister had found earlier. I filled one halfway, and went back to him. With one arm, I helped him up by wrapping it around his back. He sipped delicately, and we stayed that way a long time, as he sipped. He finished.

"Do you want some more?" I asked, kissing the top of his sweet hair. He smiled, his eyes closed.

"No," he said with a little more strength. "Thank you, honey."

The word "honey" made my body want to stretch out, this happy nervous feeling shooting up my body. "Of course, honey. Anything. How are you feeling?"

"Happy."

"Aww." I kissed his cheek, still holding him. He moved his head, and kissed my cheek back. I turned to him, and kissed his mouth. He let out a slow grin. The sweetest smile, with his eyes still closed. I kissed all over his face, so happy to see him. Incredibly, he let out the tiniest of laughs.

I laid him down gently, then swung around to the other side of the bed. He was laid closer to the right side, and there was a gap big enough for me on the left. I delicately climbed into his bed, checking for wires that I might pull. Satisfied, I laid with him. My arm went over his belly, and like a miracle, he slowly tried to roll over to face me.

"It's okay, baby. Take your time. I love you," I said to him, smiling so much at his effort. "Do you want help?"

"I've got it. Let me- Ah." With a straining sound from his throat, he made it. I slid the rest of the way to him, our bellies touching. His face touched my neck, safe there, his chin on my collarbone. "You smell like sweat again. I love it," he sighed.

"Oh, do I smell like sweat? I need a shower." I sniffed the air.

"Nooo, don't. I like it."

I chuckled a little. He was being so cute. Somewhere inside, my heart was so glad. This felt so...normal. Him talking to me, cuddling like this. My darling love. My arm went around him, and I pressed him to me. He made a grunting sighing sound, so satisfied.

"You're so warm," he sighed, his hot breath on my neck.

"So are you," I sighed back, my smile unbidden.

"Mmmm. I love you." He kissed my neck with kisses so tiny, they tickled and felt like he was touching little flowers to my neck instead.

I giggled a little bit. He kept going, kissing all over his little area where he could reach. I began to sigh, so filled with the pleasure of holding him, feeling his tiny kisses, feeling so normal. This was beautiful, his warm lips on my neck, just holding him, the quiet of the room so dark so all of my world was just the feeling of his touch. The most comforting thing in the world. All I wanted.

"I love you," I said in a little gasp, his kisses tickling over and over.

"I want to make love to you," he whispered. "I want to see your face as I make love to you. Your beautiful face."

I hugged him tighter. Loving him. "You will soon. You'll get better enough, and I'll make love to you as much as you want." I rolled him a little, and kissed his mouth. His arms, with so much effort, making that noise in his throat, met my back. His hands draped there, on my shoulder blades.

My tongue entered his sweet mouth, and he let out a tiny moan. My hand caressed his cheek, and his chin went up, clearly feeling pleasure down below at my kiss. I pressed more on his lips, and he let out another moan, at my eagerness. I wanted so much to reach down, tickling his body as I went, and let my hand into his underwear, make him feel good. But, I knew he was too weak for that. So instead, my hand lingered on his chest, tracing shapes, as I kissed him more. His hands drifted lazily on my back, as his mouth moved with mine.

I moved down, kissing down his chin. His breaths came light and quick, as I moved down to his neck.

"Ohhh," he moaned quietly, liquid sounds from his mouth. His fingers pressed into my back, swimming there, lovely motions. His sound reverberated into my mouth from his beautiful neck.

I kissed the part between his jaw and his ear. He squirmed, and I moved up to his earlobe, putting my lips over it, pulling it between my lips, then kissing delicately. I knew he could hear everything, all of my noises. He was squirming so much, wiggling in it.

"Oh, oh, make love to me. Please make love to me," he gasped. He breathed out audibly, then in.

My hand cupped his cheek, as I kissed the side of his face, laying beside him again.

"Okay," I whispered into his sweet ear. He left out a long breath, smiling so much. I brought the blanket over us, and my hand went down below it. My finger slid down his body, and he arched his back a little, and I watched his face. His eyes were closed as he laid on his back, his lips parted in anticipation. I leaned up higher on my elbow, to see him better in the low light of the window. I kissed his forehead, then one cheek and the other, then his chin. As my hand went into his underwear, I kissed his lips full on. My finger met his most sensitive part, and he made a much louder noise into my mouth, letting out so much breath. My tongue entered his lips as I started to rub gently, and his back arched, as he started to let out steady, sweet noises into my mouth.

In the early light of the morning, we were facing each other. I could finally see his face fully. He was staring at me, so much strength in him compared to before. I tried to make him warm, my entire body pressed to him, our legs intertwined.

Staring at him like this, his eyes so content and lovely. His hair messy, his breath so sweet. His skin so warm, and slightly sweaty. My arm tightened around him, and his smile was so refreshing to me, filling me with the warmest feeling.

"Marry me in Hawaii," I whispered to him, forgetting my promise to myself to hear his opinions first, so overcome with this happy feeling. Wanting this dream so much, loving him. Wanting that daydream to be real so much.

"Ohh, yes, I want to," he sighed deeply, smiling so much.

"Yeah?" My nose was against his nose. His brown eyes were my whole world. His half closed, beautiful brown eyes.

"Yeah. I want to take you to the water. It's so blue."

I sighed, so happy. "I want to walk with you in the water."

"We can walk. I'll be slow, but we can."

I nuzzled his nose. "We have all the time in the world. Let's go slow."

"Okay." He kissed me, and such a feeling of joy welled up from inside me, that my whole body stretched again. I pressed him to me so hard. His hand skated up my back, to the part where my neck meets it. It stayed there, playing.

I was the happiest person in the world. My husband, playing with my skin. Holding him, seeing his strength. Talking to him in our full voices. What else more did I need? I didn't need anything else. Being here with him. That's all I wanted. So relieved to see him. Feeling his warmth all over my body, feeling every breath.

"I love you," I breathed. He let out a small chuckle, filling me with even more joy.

"I love you, too, so much," he sighed.

"Oh, my love, I love you," I repeated. I didn't want to stop saying it. "I love you, I love you." I rolled him over, wrapping my arms around him completely. He was laughing quietly at this, so happy. "I'll never stop loving you," I promised. "Even when we're stars. We'll be like the Weaver and the Cowherd."

"Ah, I hope I get to see you more than once per year," he sighed, kissing my neck.

"Our stars will touch all the time," I promised. "We'll always be holding hands up in the sky. You'll see."

"We'll be together for eternity, up in the sky," he breathed, his smile so wide.

"Yes, my darling, we will. I promise."

He took me in such a kiss then. His hands traveled up to my face, and stayed there, holding me. In the early light of the morning, he became clearer and clearer. There was a faint pink blush on his cheeks, like pink roses under his skin. My finger gently curled from his forehead to his cheek, closing my eyes, just feeling him.