"Who was that?"
I almost jumped at James' voice. I thought he had been sleeping. "Tyler. He wanted me to tell you that he hopes you have a speedy recovery." I sat down on the edge of James' bed.
"I shouldn't have punched him."
"Next time he calls I'll tell him you're sorry."
"I never said I apologized. I just said I shouldn't have done it."
"What's the difference?"
"I should have had enough control not to do it. It doesn't mean he didn't deserve it."
"I don't think you're going to be getting into any fights for awhile."
James smiled. The way the moonlight shining through the blinds hit his face made him look even more handsome.
"And it sounds like he's met someone."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm. Her name is Hailey. He didn't actually say it, but I could tell that he really likes her."
"That's good."
I lay down next to him. "James, you're all that I think about. There's never been enough room in my heart for anyone but you. You never had anything to worry about. And now that we're married? It's a done deal." I smiled up at him.
"A done deal?" He yawned and kissed my forehead.
"I'm sorry that I woke you."
"It's okay. Actually, I almost forgot to ask you. How did you find out Porter's first name?"
I smiled. I had been wondering when he'd ask me that. "I'm just very persistent."
"He's a rock. I know that's not it."
I shrugged. "He could tell how upset I was. He was trying to cheer me up."
"Hmm."
"He told me how you two met too."
"He wasn't supposed to divulge any personal details about his life."
"Have you ever thought that you may have too many rules? It's probably stressing you out."
He laughed.
"I'm more comfortable with first names. And he saved my life. Calling him Porter is way too formal."
"I haven't gotten a chance to thank him yet."
"It's the middle of the night. Go back to sleep."
"He's out there, isn't he?"
"Paul and him have been taking turns watching your door, yes."