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“Now. There’s nothing more we can do at this time.” To Serena she said, “If you experience symptoms, please don’t hesitate to come back, but otherwise, you’re free to rest at home.”
“What about flying?”
“I would give it a day or two before you fly if you can.”
When the nurse and the doctor left us, I helped Serena out of bed. Keeping my arm around her, we walked out of the hospital and took the retal car back to the cabin, where we snuggled up on the couch together.
I read aloud from an old version ofBridget Jones’s Diarythat we found in the cabin.
Serena had her eyes closed and rested her head on my chest. “I love listening to you read. Your British accent makes it even better.”
She couldn’t see my smile, but I kissed her hair and read on for another chapter until she whispered:
“You’ll make a wonderful father one day.”
I paused the reading for a second and felt more butterflies in my stomach. Serena’s accident had brought out a new side to our relationship. I was secretly pleased that I got to show her that I could be more to her than a lover. Getting to care for her when she was weak made me feel like she genuinely trusted me, and for her to mention children had to be a good sign.
“Don’t stop, this is the best part.” Serena tapped on the book. “I want to hear more. You have such a deep, pleasant voice.”
I read on with the wordmorehanging in the air between us. Serena was more than I’d ever experienced with a woman, and still, I wanted even more.
