Page 30 of A Different Kind Of December

I take it from him and begin brushing.

“Mr Tiger Husband. That’s a new one.”

“Yeah. Just made it up. You like it?”

“You made it up, just for me? Then, of course, I love the fuck out of it. Spit.”

I frown as I try to process what he just said.

“Mt mo malmays ma mullow,” I attempt to talk around the mouthful of foam I’m now holding on to, smile, and then lean over and spit it into the sink.

“What was that?” Cam asks, handing me a glass of water.

I take it, rinse my mouth, and spit again.

“You told me to spit, but you always tell me to swallow,” I explain.

“I meant the toothpaste, Kitten. You spit the toothpaste but swallow my cum.”

“Oh.” I laugh and then squeal as he picks me up and carries me back to bed.

Cam helps me out of the rest of my clothes and then hands me one of his T-shirts to sleep in.

We climb under the duvet, and he pulls my back into his front, my safe place.

My thoughts are an erratic jumbled mess, and for some reason, memories of when my family had me sectioned jump to the front of my mind.

“Thank you for a merry Christmas, Cameron. I’m glad I didn’t die and stayed alive to share all of this with you.”

“Georgia, what the fuck?” I’m flipped to my back, his big body covers mine and his angry scowl darts all over my face.

“What?” I question.

“What d’ya mean you’re glad you didn’t die?”

I shrug, and tears start to burn my eyes and nose.

Letting out a deep sigh, I admit, “I thought about it almost every day until you came back into my life. As soon as I realised I’d never stopped loving you, you gave me a sense of purpose, a reason to get out of bed every day.” Tears are falling freely from my eyes now, running into my ears and over my neck.

I feel tired and woozy. I just wanna go to sleep.

“If I didn’t have you, I think I’d probably be dead,” I tell him honestly.

“Don’t fucking talk like that, George. You found me. We found each other, and neither of us is going anywhere. Now go to sleep, I don’t wanna hear any more dying bullshit.”

“There is no more dying bullshit, that’s exactly my point. It’s because of you. You saved me and I know it’s taken a lot longer than it should’ve but I’m there Cam, I’m finally there.”

Thoughts and words are swirling around in my head, and I’m not sure if I’m speaking out loud or just thinking them.

He once again repositions us, and the last thing I remember is my Tiger Husband kissing the top of my head and whispering, “You are the most complicated human being I have ever met, but I love the fuck outta you and wouldn’t change a thing. Merry Christmas.”