Page 93 of Champagne Nights

“Because of the effect it could have on you afterward.”

She gave me a small smile and placed her hand on the side of my face.

“I’ve done my research. I know all about the transition, and I’ll be okay. If this works, it’s going to take time for my brain to catch up. I get that. Did you really think that I just thought I could see again and there would be no problems?”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Because it’s nothing for you to worry about. I remember colors, numbers, shapes, objects, and words. I lived in a world of light for eight years. I understand there will be some issues, but I can handle it.”

“You’re amazing. Did you know that?” I softly kissed her lips.

“Yeah, I am. Aren’t I?” She grinned.

“You sure are.” I pulled her into a tight embrace before heading to the hospital.

Aubrey

I could hear the sound of my name being called as I felt the bandages that were covering my eyes. I stirred and brought my hand to my face.

“It’s all over, Aubrey,” Dr. Marchetti spoke. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” I whispered.

“We need to leave the bandages on for a few more hours, and then we’ll remove them.” He grabbed hold of my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Get some rest.”

“Ethan?” I softly spoke.

“I’m right here, baby.” He kissed my forehead. “You did great. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks.” I attempted a half smile.

“Get some rest and let the anesthetic wear off. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

I lightly nodded my head and drifted off into a sound sleep. After sleeping for what felt like several hours, I stirred and instantly felt the touch of a hand on mine.

“How are you feeling?” Ethan asked.

“Better.” I smiled.

“Dr. Marchetti was just in here to check up on you. He said that the bandages could come off in a couple of hours. Are you thirsty?”

“Yeah. A little bit.”

“Here’s some water.” He held the straw to my mouth.

“Have you eaten?” I asked him.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. My mom and sister called. They wanted to see how the surgery went and to make sure you were fine.”

“That was so nice of them.”

“Penelope, Ian, and your Aunt Charlotte also called, or should I say, Facetimed me to see how you were.”

“You better not have let them see me in this bed.”

“It was only for a second, Aubrey. I swear.” He laughed. “They wanted to see for themselves how you were, plus you know Penelope. She doesn’t take no for an answer.”

A couple of hours had passed, and I was growing more nervous by the second. My hospital room door opened, and Dr. Marchetti and his team of doctors stepped inside. A sick feeling formed in the pit of my stomach. This was it, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready.

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