Four days to go.
Aaliyah's feet had not touched the ground, just as he promised. Alastair wasn't just a caring husband, he was a teacher. They spent most of their afternoon in the library learning different topics, and she was learning very fast.
He could see the difference.
His forehead kisses had become a regular thing, and she loved them. At night, he would cuddle around her with his head on her chest with a calm silence between them. Aaliyah was always looking forward to every moment with him.
Right now, it was evening and he was giving her a piggyback ride as one of her requests. How she would have loved to kick his leg and command him to move faster, but she had her eyes closed, soaking in the beautiful moment.
Her feet were healing fast. The medicine and herbs he added to her bathing water every day were doing their job, and the pain she usually felt had subsided greatly.
"Alastair?"
"Yes?" He mumbled softly.
