“So we have approximately two more weeks of recovery time for Cern, and an uncertain on Luci and we're homeward bound.” Rafe murmured against Phoebie's ear. He wanted to shout it to the world, but he was trying not to wake anyone.
“Will Cern actually be healed by then?” Phoebie worried her lower lip, pinching it between her fingers nervously and tugging absently at it while she stared out at the bedroom wall without seeing anything. Rafe caught her hand and leaned in to kiss the swollen lip, sucking it into his mouth with a groan.
“Healed? No, but he'll be able to fend for himself better. Hopefully. That means your aunt and uncle won't need us, or at least not as much anymore, and we can get going.” Rafe cooed, kissing her again, her swollen lip an irresistible draw to him. “I c
