Changing Roles

Shelby moved around our room, tidying and humming as she went. The sound of her voice, the scent of her closeness eased me, and with a sigh, I realized it was over. I had survived the procedure. All in all, I handled it really well.

Shelby laughed softly, leaning over the bed, stroking my hair.

“Yep. Really well, Mr. Florida.”

I chuckled with her, comprehending the fact that I had spoken my thoughts out loud. I was a rambling git who liked to mutter his thoughts out loud when drunk or slightly stoned. I always had been, always would be, and yet, she still loved me. I was the luckiest bastard in the world.

She cupped my cheek. “I do, Liam. I really do.”

That was all I cared about.

“I love you, Shelby.” I captured her hand in mine and kissed it. “I really love you.”

She smiled. “I know.”

I patted the bed. “Join us.”

She nestled beside Adam, resting her hand on my chest. I sighed in contentment, listening as her breathing became deep and even.

I laid my head back and joined my family in sleep.