Army sweetly sent me a bunch of pictures he had of Zoe to cheer me up and distract me today. They are so cute that I had to share them with you all 🙂
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The Romantic Side
His hands are warm and dry, the grip firm as he tugs me over to his side of the couch. I easily nestle against his chest. The movie is terrible, but I feel like I could just drift off like this.
His hands ghost across my back, before slipping under my shirt and rubbing along my spine and shoulders.
“You seem tense along here.” He murmurs into my hair.
“Yeah. New meds have this weird stiffness side effect.” I reply. He kisses the top of my head.
“Is the BP better at least?” His tone is hopeful
“A bit. Starting to creep back up. But not anything dangerous yet.”
I smooth my cheek over his chest, seeking out the spot where I can hear his heartbeat. My eyes drift close as I focus on the soothing rhythm.
“Are you even watching the movie?” A teasing tone this time.
“Not really. It’s pretty bad. I can’t even understand who we’re supposed to sympathize with- Jesse James or Robert Ford.” He chuckles in agreement and the warm sound of it vibrates against my ear.
When I get up to turn off the TV so we can leave, his arms catch around my waist and he tugs me back into his lap.
“Nope. Stay.” He insists, nuzzling the spot where my shoulder meets my neck. A smile tugs at my face. It’s been awhile since such simple actions push through the cobwebs of my heart and soul. I feel something bubble slightly. Some emotion I haven’t felt an awhile.
It’s later when we’re lying together, a good portion of my limbs draped over him that he gives me that sideways grin I love so much and reaches out to run his fingers along my side.
“I’m glad you’re here. I like just being like this.” He says softly. My eyelids flutter. He starts to say something else, but stops himself, deciding instead to press his lips against my forehead and eyelids multiple times. Lightly, as if painting what he won’t say against my skin. I resist the urge to chew my lip nervously.
When he walks me to my car, he promises (as much as he can) that he will get off work for my birthday. With his dog’s face firmly pressed against my hip, one of my hands gently rubbing her ears in that way she adores, he kisses me one last time.
I tuck the whole night away in my mind to flip through and review for the next time it takes weeks to arrange for us to spend time together.
i already saw with some of our DID blogging friends that it must be “littles day” or something because it seems like we’re all getting some playtime.
mine isn’t playtime so much because i’m scared of a lot of things, including leaving my bedroom. but i have both dogs, zoe (our dog) and sofya (army’s dog) to keep me company while i’m alone. we’re watching movies too. claire and roms are really nice and made sure all the disney movies are right by the tv, so we don’t even have to go into the living room. they’re really nice to me.
i have some ouchies on my leg though. i think it’s from middy (midori). she got out last night to create and play some music on the piano but it made her really sad so she had to find some blades and the take them and-
no. i don’t wanna talk about ouchie things. i’m sorry. that was bad. bad bad macey.
zoe is giving me kisses now. she knows when i start to get really scaredd and think about hiding. but she doesn’t want me to hide because she thinks i’m the best cuddler and player. i throw the ball for her and everything.
here’s a picture claire took earlier today so you can see both dogs
now zoe is rolling on me and sticking her nose against my tummy to make me smile. she’s such a good dog. i’m glad we have her. daddy wants us to “get rid of her” but i know we never ever will. we never disagree with daddy because one of us always wants to avoid a fight with him, but we all love zoe.