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Damian wanted to scoop her up and swing her around the kitchen, but knew better than that. She was still wounded, after all.
"I promise you, anything you wish to do, we will. Even if it's something we've done before."
He rained kisses on her cheeks and neck, laughing and thanking whatever had given him this second chance.

He... had laughed. Heartily, like he hadn't in so long.
"That is the effect you have on me. Bringing me back with just... being." Damian ate his bread like a child eager to just finish his meal to go off to play. There were so may things he wanted to show Raquel. Lorey's huge stomach, the house they'd renovated, Nat's work outside, Teagan's larger shop, everything.

"I'd rather be sick with food than sick with the sadness I've had all this time. But that's been cured..."
Damian swept his empty bowl and cup aside and caught her in his arms again. He just couldn't keep away from her, not after everything that had happened.
"What shall we do now? Go back and rest, shower? We could do that separately if you'd like... Just tell me what you want."

"Then it will be rest and relaxation while you heal." Damian just wanted her to heal, to keep her away from the rest of the prying world until she was ready to be brought back into the light. And he just wanted her all to himself, which was a sweet, albeit selfish, desire.
"Would that be alright?" he added.

That made Damian chuckle. Gosh, he hadn't even done that in what felt like forever...
"I smell like me? Well, I suppose that's a good thing as long as I don't offend."
Damian scrunched up his nose and rubbed it against hers while their faces were close. He could see the life in her eyes.
"Let's go rest... Do you want any medicine to help that back? Maybe help you sleep. You hardly stayed sound while you shut your eyes."

"Darling, it's more than alright. It's what you want..."
He gently took her hand and pulled her slightly towards the living room area. "I can have us a nice little set up here so we're warm, close to the kitchen and phone... We can listen to music, sleep."
It seemed Damian wouldn't stop trying to make their lives comfortable once more, or stop fawning over her. It was almost desperate how he tried to think of every which way to comfort her.

Damian sat her down, and with a kiss, promised her he would be right back. It was the first time Damian dared let her out of his sight, but he ran upstairs and in record time, retrieved blankets, pillows, and pajama bottoms for them both. Once back downstairs, he appeared. Or rather, his lower half appeared with the rest of him hidden behind a mountain of blankets and clothes.
"Blue plaid bottoms are for you," he mumbled as he carefully picked his way through the room to her.

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He felt such a need to be meticulous... to choose only the softest blankets for her, the best pajama bottoms that he could find. Raquel, to him, was like spun glass; she had to be sent through the fires the be formed into the shape she held. And yet, she was still ever so subtly still changing. With one wrong move, she could shatter. Damian was still bringing his own pieces back together in now frantic ways, and wasn't so sure he could place hers back at the same time should everything fall apart once more... but damn, he would try.

Her touch made his heart swell in his chest. They'd already cried and done everything they could in such a short time to regain each other's touch and presence, but just by kissing him so sweetly, Raquel was releasing his sadness again. It was cleansing, though, to have it all come out instead of remaining stagnant.
Damian hid his face in the curve of her neck, and came to rest his forehead on her shoulder. Words couldn't express anything anymore. Just having her there made all the difference in the world.

He held her close, but every time he did, he could feel the bandages through her shirt. It was a constant reminder that this pain was only his own that he was feeling, and that hers was just as powerful.
Perhaps it was even worse.
His breath kept catching in his chest, but Damian wouldn't quite let it out again for fear he'd start his sobbing. To release sadness was one thing, but sobbing like he had was just too much.