metanoia

Chapter Sixteen

It was May 31st when Evie came home. She was so excited to see me. She walked in the door of her house and I was asleep on the couch. When I heard the door open, I shot up.
"Stay back!" I shouted. Once I was fully awake, I saw that it was Evangeline Frost, the love of my life, home at last.
"Evie!" I shouted, running to her.
"Michael..." She said softly, her tears falling onto my shirt. It was my favorite shirt, a vintage Guns N Roses shirt from my dad, but I was so glad to see her that I didn't give a damn.
"I'm so glad you're here..." I said, rubbing her back. I buried my head in her hair and let out a quiet sigh. "I missed you so fucking much..."
"I know, sweetie pie. I missed you too." She said, grabbing my hand. She led me to her bedroom, her suitcase in one hand, my hand in the other. She laid the bag on the floor, wiped her eyes, and said "Let's make up for all the time we lost."
I was eager to oblige.
After a round of soft kisses and sleepy making out, I felt her grab my wrists and pin me to the bed. She pressed her lips hard into mine and moved to my neck. She kissed and kissed on me until I flipped her over and did the same thing to her, only I got to undress her. Her scars had faded a bit and you couldn't see her ribs anymore. She had filled out on top, too. She wasn't even wearing a bra, and she had full curves. She looked healthy. She had stretch marks, but I didn't mind. I was just glad she was healthy. Her skin had a pale glow to it and her candy-sweet kisses were back. It was only a matter of time before I fell head over heels in love again. Before I could finish my thought, she'd kissed me again. She slipped her hands under my shirt and pulled it off. I blushed as she ran her hands down my chest.
"You've gained weight too." She said, stroking my soft stomach.
"Yeah..." I said slowly. "I did a lot of stress-eating while you were gone. I gained almost 10 pounds. I'm really sorry, I'm probably not very sexy anymore."
"Michael," she whispered, still tracing hearts into my skin, "you'll never stop being sexy. Now come here." She wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled me down to her. She kissed me so passionately that I completely forgot my new weight and insecurities and only focused on her.
I held Evie in my arms and let her sleep. We'd had pretty good sex, and I was still breathing hard. I watched her sleep, her ruffly pink panties showing, her tummy and boobs covered by my soft tshirt. Her hair had grown and was now almost down to her tailbone, all splayed out in its deep brown glory across the pillows. The scar on her wrist from her past attempt was still there, but even it had faded. A thin pink bracelet with a charm in the shape of a lowercase cursive E partially covered it. She seemed to be almost fully recovered. I was so excited to see how life would go for us, now that my baby girl was healed. I was pumped to live with healthy Evie, to never have to worry about her overdosing or smoking again.