Remember, It's Our Honeymoon by Mairsile Leabhair

Author:Mairsile Leabhair [Mairsile Leabhair]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00UQEJMI6
Goodreads: 25147743
Published: 2015-03-14T03:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Joyce didn’t answer. Instead she rolled over on her side and pulled the blanket up over her head. Ellen knew she hadn’t slept well. She was restless and agitated most of the night.

“Come on, honey. Don’t be like that.” When Joyce didn’t say anything for the second time, Ellen got out of bed and put her robe on.

“I’m going to make some coffee, want some?”

“No, thanks. I think I’ll just stay in bed a while longer.”

Ellen looked at her wife. The nationally renowned, cardiovascular surgeon, vivacious in every way, reduced to hiding under the covers, as lifeless as a lump of coal. Her heart broke, as much for Joyce’s despair as for her own, because she didn’t know how to help her lover see that she still had a life. She still was loved and needed, and not only by Ellen.

“Honey, this isn’t like you. It’s too soon for you to give in.”

“You’re wrong, Ellen. I could hear what he wasn’t saying when he said give it one more week.”

“But you of all people should know it can take longer sometimes to knock out a virus.”

Joyce did know that better than anyone else, but this was different. This was more than just her eyes going dark, this was about her life becoming stagnate. She could live with not seeing the New York skyline again, or the Taj Mahal, or the Grand Tetons. But to never see her wife’s face again or that luscious body of hers, was a heavy weight Joyce was not willing to bear at the moment. And the fear of never seeing a heart beating inside a chest cavity again, was just too much for her to even contemplate.

Ellen sat there for a moment, thinking to herself, what was it Vicky said, it’s all about the heart. Ellen undressed completely and climb back into bed. She pulled on Joyce’s arm. “Here, roll over, I need you to do something for me.”

“I don’t feel like making love right now,” Joyce mumbled.

“Just turn over for me, okay?”

Joyce reluctantly did as she was asked, and Ellen, who had laid back, guided Joyce’s head down between her breasts. Joyce found comfort in the warmth her cheek felt against Ellen’s soft skin. She tucked her fingers under the breast and lightly caressed it. She loved this woman deeply, even through the fog of depression. Depression that had her irrationally wondering if Ellen would still love her if she were permanently blind.

“Just lie still and listen.” Ellen said as she positioned her so that she was laying right on top of her heart. “What do you hear, honey?”

“I hear your myocardium thumping.”

“No, sweetheart, you’re hearing my love for you, beating inside of there.”

The mere sound of her wife’s heart made her own heart swell with love. “Don’t make me cry, honey. My eyes are already puffy enough.” Ellen smiled, she could feel Joyce relaxing.

“I’m happy to say that your heart sounds healthy and strong.” Joyce said in all seriousness.

“Why, thank you for the examination, doctor.

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