"Raking up the past, huh?" Rosalynn mumbled, struggling to keep her heavy eyelids open.
Wayne wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling into the nape of her neck. "Sweetheart, you're being so harsh, not even coming to see me."
"I did see you," Rosalynn replied, aware that Wayne was just restless and seeking attention, but she answered patiently nonetheless.
"You saw me, but didn't let me see you..."
"If I wasn't tough, who knows how long I would have had to wait for you to come back." Rosalynn gently caressed Wayne's cheek. "Honey, let's talk about this tomorrow, I'm too sleepy right now."
Wayne loved it when Rosalynn called him honey. Just hearing it made his heart feel all warm and fuzzy.d2
"Alright," Wayne conceded softly.
Before long, Wayne listened to Rosalynn's breathing steady in his arms, signaling she had fallen asleep.
Truth be told, Wayne had been a bit anxious since leaving the hospital.
He was worried Rosalynn might be afraid of him.
After all, she knew the details of how Betsy had died.
So, having Rosalynn sleep peacefully in his arms now allowed Wayne's guarded heart to slowly settle back down. But he couldn’t fall asleep.
Every now and then, Wayne would plant a soft kiss on Rosalynn. After several back-and-forth like this, he too drifted off to sleep.
The next day, they both indulged in the luxury of sleeping in until past ten.
Then they got up together, squeezed into the cozy bathroom to freshen up, skipped breakfast at home, and headed to Rosalynn's once-favorite brunch spot.
After a hearty meal, they went to the supermarket together, picking up some fresh fruits and ingredients.
When they got back home, they had planned to watch a movie.
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