Jeremy was the same way. If it wasn't for his grandma nagging him every day, he'd almost forget he was already hitched. He reached out and took her hand, "Thanks for sticking with me. Thanks for giving me another shot."
Cornelia said, "Not a second chance, but the third."
Jeremy was like, "Huh?"
Cornelia said, "Including this one, it's the third and the last. If you bail on me again, I won't forgive you."
He tightened his grip on her hand, "I won't leave you again."
Cornelia said, "Let's pinky swear."
He said "That's so childish." But he still reached out and made the pact with her.
She said, "I'm full, you should go rest."
But Jeremy didn't budge. Cornelia asked, "Is there something you want to say?"
Jeremy suddenly blurted out, "Cornelia, I like you. I really like you."
His sudden confession made Cornelia blush, "I know. I've always known."
If he didn't like her, why would he try so hard to push her away? He definitely wouldn't drag his sick body to be by her side, clumsily staying with her. She knew all of this. So she couldn't even bring herself to be mad at him. She took the initiative to patch things up, even suggesting they remarry.
Once before, she had lost too many loved ones, she knew the world was full of surprises. No one knew what tomorrow would look like. So she wanted to love the people around her infinitely in the limited time she had.
Jeremy said, "Thanks for understanding me. Thanks for forgiving me. Thanks for still wanting to be with me."
Cornelia raised her hand to cover his mouth, "No more thank yous."
Jeremy replied, "Okay."
Cornelia said, "Now go rest and take care of yourself."
Instead of leaving, Jeremy reached out and wrapped his arm around her, "I want to spend more time with you and our child."
Cornelia buried her head in his chest, "I want you to be with us too, but you need to rest first, so you can recover faster. Once you're better, we can be together as a family."
Jeremy didn't say anything; he just looked at her with puppy-dog eyes. Cornelia was so moved, she couldn't resist. The room they were in was specially prepared for her by Jeremy, and the bed was huge, not those tiny hospital beds. Cornelia shifted a bit to make some room, "Fine, you can lay next to me."
Jeremy pushed the food cart away, rolled onto the bed, laying next to Cornelia, "This is so good."
It really was good. He could lay next to her again. Sleeping in the same bed with her again.
Cornelia said, "You should sleep."
Jeremy held her hand, tightly gripping it, "Okay."
Cornelia wanted to say something else, but when she turned her head, she found him already asleep. Little did Cornelia know, ever since she left him, for almost a year, he hadn't had a good night's sleep. Either he was tormented by illness and couldn't sleep, or he missed her so much that he couldn't sleep.
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