“Then you complain while taking care of me.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
He touched my beard.
“Something could happen to either of us. The accident taught me that certainty is imaginary.”
His hand stilled.
“But choice isn’t.”
I kissed his palm.
“I choose the life we have. Not only the easy parts. Not only the version where your scans are perfect and I remain indestructible.”
His mouth softened.
“You’re not indestructible.”
“Sadly.”
“I learned that.”
“Yes.”
“You cried.”
“I remember.”
“I liked taking care of you.”
“I liked it too.”
Noah leaned his forehead against mine.
“Can we stay here today?”
“Yes.”
“No yard.”
“I’ll tell Caleb.”
“No article.”
“I’ll move it.”
“No internet.”
“I will hide your phone.”
“That seems authoritarian.”
“You requested it.”
“Still.”
