"Do you need me to get anything else, Jax?" you ask her, raking your nails over her stomach. She purrs from the touch but shakes her head, moving around and trying to get more comfortable in between the 5 pillows surrounding her.

"Just need you here with me. And maybe some more ice packs down there," she mumbles shyly, squeezing your hand.

She just got out of the hospital after getting bottom surgery a few weeks ago, and you've been taking care of her. The bruising on her thighs is still really gnarly and bad, but it's expected. But she's been powering through all the pain like a troop. You're proud of her. You remember when you first started dating and when she mentioned getting bottom surgery. It was years ago, and now she's here and she's gone through with it.

"Probably hafta clean it again soon. Thank God the bathroom is, like, 10 steps away." she groans, turning her head back to watch SpongeBob on the TV.