“Yeah? Does that feel good?” he demanded?
“Yeah!”
“Good.”
And it was good. Not the same, obviously, but good… I loved him so much and I loved that he would explore with me and that he loved me and that what we shared with Cell was something to be celebrated more than mourned.
I loved that he would be a father to our child regardless of its genetics and I loved so very much that they had both taken a chance on me and had opened up my life and my world to so much more than it had been.
I loved them both and I always would, even if one were gone, he would always be a part of the both of us and by loving each other as fiercely as we did, we brought a sort of honor to our memories.
I arched low to the mattress, coming hard and long and continuous – finding a never-ending bliss in the pulse of my husband’s body in mine.