As gross as the idea of sitting in my own blood is, a shower doesn’t sound nearly as soothing for my cramps and back pain.
“A bath, please,” I whisper.
Logan presses another kiss to my cheek, then my jaw, before finally meeting my lips. As he kisses me, my tears start up again, and I swear, I feel him shed a few of his own.
“I love you, Shiloh,” he breathes. “More than life itself. We’ll get through this. I promise, baby. You’re not alone.”
“I know,” I vow. “I know you’re with me. You have me.” And he does. Always. “I love you, too.”
He holds me until the ache in my heart softens to a tolerable level. I know the pain will creep back up. It always does, but for now, it’s okay. I’m okay.
When he pulls away, he pushes to his feet. “I’ll start the bath and give you some privacy. Be back in a few.”
I watch as he turns on the water, filling the massive soaker tub in our master bathroom. He checks the temperature twice before dumping in a few cups of epsom salts, bubble bath, and a bath bomb he got me for this exact scenario. It’s a period bomb that turns your bathwater red.
It’s completely over the top, but so damn sweet and exactly what I need right now.
After he leaves, I take a minute to breathe through another cramp before cleaning myself up and stripping off my top. When the bath is full, I flick off the tap and sink into the hot water. My tight muscles and throbbing uterus relax almost immediately, and I sigh.
“Feel good, baby doll?” Logan asks quietly as he steps in.
I groan, tipping my head back on the rest. “Yes. So good.”
He chuckles, the sound deep and raspy. A small smile curves my lips, surprising me. It’s so strange that a person can go from being utterly devastated and in pain to smiling in the next moment.
I peel my heavy eyes open, finding my husband on his knees at the edge of the tub, a chocolate bar in one hand, wine in the other. On the toilet is a water bottle, my Kindle, and a tub of ice cream.
It’s him.
Logan and the boys are the reasons for most of my smiles, but he is the reason I’ve gotten through everything I’ve beenthrough. He’s the reason I’ve had the strength to keep going, keep trying.
And he’s the reason I’ll get through this again.
No matter how long it takes.
