Winter Season

Are YOU okay?

She wrapped him up with her arms and legs. “Ess?”

“Yes.”

“Are you okay?”

He was the one that blacked out. Why did he ask her this question. “I don’t understand.” She finally squeezed out.

“I read the book about menopause.”

She held him a little tighter, “oh.” A light sigh escaped her. “You’re doing better than me. I haven’t made it past the first chapter.” His chest moved under her hand in a light chuckle. “When things happen, I’m trying to remind myself, it’s menopause and move on. Every time I get a hot flash, I take my temperature to make sure I’m not running a fever. Thanks for asking.”

“How can I help?”

“Be understanding. Don’t take things personally. And you can gently call me out on my b.s.”

“Gently?” He teased.

She snuggled into his back, “gently. I bruise easily.”

“But you were a cop.”

“Cops have feelings too.” She playfully snubbed.

Winter Season