“Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, mommy.” Jack replied on a small smile. “But I like the crusts, don’t cut them off?”
Her giggles increased, putting a hand to her hand to muffle them. “Aww and here I was going to make your sandwiches cute and into little shapes like hearts maybe?”
And she looked up at him and batted her eyelashes flirtatiously, though her eyes looked tired.
“Just save the crusts.” Jack said simply, looking down at her, before he smiled and slowly eased her down onto her back on the bed, resting gently against her. “S’all I ask.”
He settled his head on the pillow besides her head, and sighed heavily as he looked at her. She’d sustained injuries he’d done his best to tend to, he had to trim her hair, and now they were once again resting in their bed together. Funny, how it was no longer his bed. Their bed. And when they move out, to find themselves a new place to live, combining their salaries they should be able to manage something wonderful.
Then it really would be theirs.
“Rest a bit.” he whispered. “Shut your eyes. I’m still here.”
Jack Maple 