Mary just stared at him, her heart in her throat. Free? She didn't... to have him here, with them... All the time. They hadn't been together like that since before Patrick.
"Really? You're not joking?" Her hand came up to brush over his cheek. "Don't joke about things like that with me. I'm very fragile just now."
And she hugged him again, tightly. "I love you. Fuck. You're sure<.i>?"