In other words, I wasn’t fucking going anywhere.
And I started showing her that as I walked up behind her and pressed a kiss on her shoulder.
I also started that by getting another tattoo.
But this one was right over my heart.
With the light blue ribbon for Kidney Awareness, and right in the ribbon, was a single word,“Hers.”
I also made a vow that Lila was going to be my last.
If we couldn’t find a kidney for her, and the worst thing happened, then she would be it for me.
I knew she was it for me.
And when she saw that tattoo.
She kissed me stupid.
And slowly but surely, that light I had extinguished was starting to shine bright.
And I wouldn’t stop until I winced every time I looked into her eyes.
***
In the middle of making dinner, Lila snapped her fingers, then whirled around and looked at me, “I got it!”
The nurse I hired to stay at the house with her when we weren’t here smiled, then shook her head.
Lila still had little to no energy, but she would be damned if she didn’t cook at least once a week.
Her response when I told her she didn’t have to cook...we were hers. And to her, that was all that needed to be said.
Fuck, but I loved her. Loved the hell out of her.
“You got what, baby?” I asked.
She smiled, “Her name.”
I lifted a brow, “Her name?”
She giggled, “Ms. Nothing Cuntnugget.”
I frowned, “Huh.”
“Their cuntmuffin twatwaffle of a mother.”
Cole and Madalyn pulled their phones out.
But it was Cole who read, “A cuntnugget by definition, according to Google, is a person who...” he trailed off.
Then he looked at Lila, and all he said was, “Fitting.”
She smirked.
Madalyn giggled then nodded.
I took Cole’s phone and read it too.
