The rest of my life

“I wouldn’t mind waking up next to you for the rest of my life,” we said, voice raw and unguarded.

Foster blinked, lifting his eyes from where he’d been watching his hand idly stroke our forearm. We'd all woke a few minutes before, but none of us was in any hurry to leave the hospital bed. Foster looked at me, considering what it might be like to be able to rely on someone to be at his side for that long. What devotion that took, and Foster didn’t doubt for a second that we meant it as completely as it sounded.

“I’d like that,” Foster whispered in reply, chest tightening as he realized how much what I had said sounded like a proposal and how much his answer, like acceptance.

-Dexter

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Gabriel.

Emma, I thought I'd make it up to you with something a bit more upbeat.