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her head fall forward, her hair covering her face.
    Still nestled inside her, he mouthed kisses across her upper back and heaving shoulders, and she smiled.
    “Mitch…”
    “Yeah?” he asked.
    “You’re incredible.”
    He laughed and she turned a bit to look at him, loving the warmth she saw in his dark green eyes. “Oh, Reena. I think that about you every single day.” Gently, he lowered her to her stomach and he followed her down, taking most of his weight on his large forearms as he rested on her. He kissed the back of her neck. “I’m not too heavy?”
    “No,” she said. “Stay inside me for as long as you can… it feels so good.”
    “For me too.”
    They lay there for a few minutes, just breathing and kissing, and when Mitch finally pulled out, they both sighed. He went to the bathroom and returned with a wash cloth. He tenderly cleaned her, and she felt drowsiness start to come over her again at the heat and comfort of his touch.
    Mitch curled up at her back, his arm around her waist, and waited for Reena to relax back in to sleep. It didn’t take long for her to drop off, and he closed his eyes when he was sure she was out. She slept well and deeply, and there were no more dreams that night.
    **
    The next morning, Maggie sat in the hospital waiting room, totally absorbed in her sketches. As much as she loved getting her hands dirty and getting down to sculpting, she always enjoyed drawing her vision first. There was something magical about putting pencil to paper and watching what was so vivid and strong in her imagination take physical shape. Those pencil strokes were amazing, beautiful. Powerful.
    She worked steadily, not thinking about what was happening in the operating room two floors down. Her Mom was in the best hands, and Maggie’s sole job was to wait. So she did.
    Her cell phone buzzed and she glanced at it. When she saw that it was Mia, she put down the pad and left the room. The hospital had a small kitchen for family and friends of patients; it boasted indifferent coffee and stale cookies, but she’d found some comfort in those things just that morning. It was empty, so she ducked in there for a bit of privacy.
    “Hi, Mia.”
    “How’s it going, Maggie?”
    “I haven’t heard anything yet. I’m just hanging out, waiting to hear that she’s out of surgery.”
    “I wish you’d have let me come and sit with you.”
    “No,” Maggie said gently. “I actually really do have to work, and if you were here, I’d be distracted. You never shut up, you know.”
    Mia laughed. “So, I see you’re fine. Insulting me is a good sign.”
    “Yep. I’m good.”
    “Right. You want me to drop by later? I have to do a few interviews for a magazine article I’m working on, and I’ll be not too far from the hospital.”
    “Yeah, I'd love some company. What time?”
    “Not sure. Four-ish? You’ll still be there?”
    “Oh, for sure. I’ll stay with Mom until they kick me out tonight, and I’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning.”
    “Should I bring you something to eat? Maybe some pasta and salad? I can’t imagine the cafeteria food is particularly awesome.”
    “God, Mia, that would be great. I haven’t really eaten today, and the choice downstairs is dismal. I’ll grab a sandwich is an hour or so, I guess.”
    “OK, sweetie. Hang in there. See you soon.”
    When Maggie returned to the waiting room, she saw Doctor Langston standing there.
    “It’s all done, Maggie.”
    “Oh, God.” Maggie took a deep breath and sent up a quick wish to whoever might be listening. “How is she?”
    “Good. No problems at all, so once she’s recovered a bit, we’ll move her to the transplant ICU, maybe in about an hour or so. OK? And we watch her.” Carrie Langston smiled at Maggie. “You’ve familiarized yourself with all the protocols for visitors?”
    “Yes. I wash my hands, wear a face mask, learn how to check her temperature and handle her medications.”
    “Right. And we’ll