"You're back," Alice said softly, a smile breaking through the still-healing tiredness on her face.
Travis paused in the doorway, the sound of her voice wrapping around his heart like a warm blanket. "I told you I would be," he said, pushing his wheelchair in slowly, locking eyes with her. "I can't stay away too long. You know I get separation anxiety."
She chuckled, her hand reaching out slightly from under the covers. "Is that what this is? You looked more like a man worried someone was stealing his wife's pudding."
"Pudding theft is serious business, Alice," Travis deadpanned, but his lips were already curving upward. "And I happen to love my wife's pudding."
She rolled her eyes playfully. "God, I missed your ridiculousness."
He wheeled closer to the bed and took her hand gently in his. "I missed your everything."
A silence settled between them, soft and comfortable. Her fingers curled slowly around his.
"How was work?" she asked.
