sure just how much she should tell him about what had happened. It wasn’t that she wanted to keep secrets from him. It was just that she was sure he would think that she had gone crazy since he had been gone.
“Well, you were sleeping like a baby, when I came in.” Ross said.
“I guess I needed some sleep.” Martha said vaguely.
“Have you been up to much since I went?” Ross asked as he stretched out his arms and then slipped out of the covers.
“No, not really.” Martha said with a shake of her head. She turned her eyes to look at Ross and found them glued to his stomach. She could feel her heart starting to race, as she took in the long, thin mark across his stomach that was in exactly the same place as Henry’s cut had been. “How did you get that?” She asked him, as she moved quickly over to his side of the bed and ran her finger down his stomach.
He looked down in confusion for a moment. “It’s just an old birthmark.” He said with a shrug. “Are you telling me that you’ve never seen it before?” He asked with surprised eyes.
“Of course I’ve seen it before.” Martha frowned playfully at him. “I guess I’ve just never gotten around to asking you were you got it from.” She said with a casual shrug.
“Well, now you know.” Ross said smiling. “Do you want a coffee?” He asked when he walked over to the bedroom door.
“A coffee sounds great.” Martha said with a smile.
She watched as Ross walked out of the room and then closed the door behind him. She could already feel a thousand questions prodding at her curiosity as she tried to work out, how he could have ended up with a mark in the same place as Henry’s.
She thought back the last moment she had shared with Henry. She thought about his last words before his hand had fallen limp and his eyes dark with emptiness. He had promised to always be by her side. Had this been what he had meant? Had he really meant it to such a degree that they were still finding each other many years after their first meeting?
Martha let herself think about the way he had made her feel. He had made her feel exactly the same as Ross did. He had managed to lift the same smiles from her tired heart. He had made her heart race a way that only Ross had ever been able to do. She closed her eyes and thought about Henry and the way he had looked deeply into her eyes. He had made her feel so sure that they were meant to be together and now, how could she ever argue with that?
She got out of bed herself and put on her dressing gown. The house was a lot warmer than the tent, but that didn’t mean that it still wasn’t a bit chilly on her legs. She padded softly downstairs and into the kitchen. She smiled, as Ross turned around and let his eyes examine her.
She loved the feeling of his eyes on her body. She loved the way that he ate her up with every look. She loved the fact that even after knowing each other for so many years, he still made her feel as though she was this best present he could have ever have been given.
“You know.” She said, as she walked into the room and sat down at the table. “I thought that this was going to be awful. I mean it has been really awful. I feel like my heart is being taken away from me every time you leave, but it’s a good thing.” Martha said thoughtfully.
“How do you work out that it’s a good thing?” Ross asked with a small frown.
“Because whenever you’re away it reminds me of just how much I love you and whenever we are together, I’m reminded of just how right this is. We wouldn’t have that if we were in each other’s lives every day. We wouldn’t have that chance to miss each other.” She explained.
“I see.” Ross said thoughtfully. “I like it.” He said with an approving nod.
“I’m glad that you do.” Martha laughed at him.
“Of course, I do.” He said with another nod. “But, you should know that I’m always by your side, even if I can’t be with you in person.” He
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