I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 139: Thank you

- 2 months later

Leah's POV

It had taken T a total of 4 months to fully process and deal with her pain. She had been staying at the center for most of that time, following therapy, workshops, and meditation sessions. All of those things helped her process her pain and allow herself to move on.

Towards the end of her stay at the center, she'd come by more often. It was her way of slowly re-installing herself into our lives again, she'd stay. I think it was a genius way of slowly going back to normal life.

The boys loved the days T was home. They'd come home and be so happy if she was there. All evening, she'd play with them, watch TV with them, talk to them, read for them... It was almost as if she was falling in love with being a mother again.

I didn't really interphere nor did I participate much during those moments. I was present, of course, but I remained more in the background. Because I thought it was important for them to reconnect again, to strengthen their bond again.

Eva would visit me more often as well. She'd come and talk about T getting back home and going back to the 'real world'. She'd warn me and prepare me for when that time came. I admit, I was worried at that time because everyone, including our parents, seemed to make such a big fuss about it.

T's parents would call me every day in the days leading up to T's arrival. They'd ask me whether I wanted them present for when T'd come home. Or whether I wanted some extra help those first few days. And so on...
It was exhausting to deal with.

When T finally came home, things went a lot more smoothly than I expected. The boys helped a lot, with their many drawings. T was visibly happy and spent most of the time with them. But when they went to bed... That's when everything fell back onto my shoulders.

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I wondered whether I would sacrifice my own feelings or... I frowned as I read that line. "No, no," I shook my head and erased it. I thought about my own feelings. What about them? Were they not important? I read it again. "No, that's not good."

"What's not good?"

I shot up as I was surprised to hear T. It was sad but I was used to being home alone, as the only adult.

T sat down at my feet. "What's not good?" She tried again.

I sat up, pulling my feet back so T could sit properly. "Uhm," I looked at my computer. "I was writing," I looked at her. "I just can't seem to find the right words."

T tilted her head to the side. "Maybe you're thinking too much about it," She scooted closer to me. "What story is it?"

"Ours," I quickly said. "But I'll get to it," I closed to computer and put it on the coffee table. I then looked at her. "So," I paused briefly, looking for a topic to talk about. "What do you want to do?"

T looked at me for a while. The look in her eyes had changed. It was... lighter, if that makes sense. It was almost as if I could see that her spirit was more free. She just looked lighter, happier. "I don't know," She kept looking at me. "I guess I just want to spend time with you."

I smiled at that. "I'd like that," I looked at the time. "Well, it isn't too late, we can watch a movie."

T looked at the TV. Somehow I could tell that's not what she wanted.

"Or play a game?" I tried.

She looked at the game console.

I looked around some more, looking for ideas. "Or a board game?" I tried once more.

Suddenly she got up.

I looked at her, my heart started beating faster. What was happening? I got up as well and followed her. I saw her going to the dining room. "What's going on?" I couldn't hide that slight tone of fear in my voice.

T was going through her purse. It was clear she was looking for something.

"T?"

She took out a piece of paper. "I want to tell you something."

I raised my eyebrows. I was so worried all of a sudden. "S-Sure."

We both went to sit down at the table. I looked at T.
T looked down for a moment, as if collecting her thoughts. "I've been thinking a lot, these past months," She gulped. "The way things were before," She shook her head. "It was wrong."

I looked down, my heart beat faster and faster. I wanted to say something, and defend our relationship, but it seemed like the words just didn't come to me. Maybe... Maybe I was agreeing?

"I always thought I had to be the one to protect you," She looked at me. "I'm older, I was your teacher, I guess I assumed that role naturally."

I slowly nodded.

"And along the way, with your disease and my strong desire to have children, I started taking care of you as if you were a child," She looked down. "But that was wrong, and I'm sorry."

I opened my mouth. "T - "

"I never thought about how it must have been for you," She looked away. "I thought about our miscarriages," She gulped, clearly having a hard time with this topic. "I was so selfish, I didn't consider your opinion," She looked at me. "Because I placed myself above you."

I looked down briefly before looking at her. "It's alright - "

"No, it's not," She reached for my hands, holding them in hers. "We're equals, we're partners," She slowly showed me a small smile. "We're both important."

I slowly nodded.

"You wanted me to feel happy, so you put your own feelings and wishes aside to make me happy," She looked down briefly. "I want you to be happy as well, because you matter as well."

I smiled a bit.

"You supported me all the way, even at the hospital when I was so mean to you," She squeezed my hands a bit. "I know you've got my back, and I love you for that."

I nodded. "I love you too."

She took the piece of paper. "That's why," She opened the paper and put it in front of me. "I made sure that when anything happens to me, you've got the full power of decision-making."

I looked at the paper in awe. "Isn't that already the case?" I wondered. "We're married."

"Probably," She smiled at me. "But I wanted it made officially too," She patted the paper. "With this, you can know about my health."

I smiled, knowing just how hard this was for her a while back. "Thank you."

"No," She smiled more. "Thank you."