eleven months ago:
today is the day. i am going to recover, for hero. i want to start a family with hero, get married and spend the rest of my life with him. if this carries on, i won't be alive to spend the rest of my life with hero. my body won't be strong enough to carry a baby, i'm killing myself slowly. i need to get better for him. for my future.
as i drag myself out of my way too comfortable bed, i hear hero groan - this is becoming too much of a regular occurrence. every time i try get out of bed, hero tries to get me to get back into bed.
"i'm going to get breakfast" i say, i walk over to hero's side of the bed and lean over and kiss his forehead. hero snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me onto our bed, i let out a shriek and attempt to fight him back.
"five minutes" he whispers, pulling the covers over us both - i giggle knowing we'll be much longer than five minutes.
