I married a man in a wheelchair – A week after the wedding, what I saw in our bedroom left me speechless

That evening, after we cleaned Rowan up and bandaged his hand, he lay down next to me, staring at the ceiling.

"I was thinking about what I said earlier," he murmured. "About dancing."

" I know. "

"I wanted people to see us," he continued. "Not what's missing, but what's still there."

I drew a line along his arm. "Then show them. But not alone."

"I was thinking about what I said earlier."

He glanced at me. "Would you help me?"

I sniffed softly. "I'm your wife. You're stuck with me."

A small smile appeared. "Good."

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