“I’m too tired to take a shower,” she said as she raised her head to look at him. “And even though all I had is just a couple of glasses of wine, I feel like my head weighs a ton.”

“I think it’s because you didn’t get much sleep last night,” Chad said. Amelia undid the bun in her hair and let her hair fall lose.

“And how do you know that? I was in the same bed you were in all night long,” she said as she closed her eyes again.

“Yeah,” he said as he took her other foot in his hands. “Tossing and turning all night long.”

She gave him a guilty look.

“You felt that?”

“All night long,” he repeated.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a soft voice before she leaned back again.

“Don’t be.” He swung her legs around and pulled her to a sitting position. “Come on. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

“Why did you stop?” she whined. “My feet are still a little sore.”

“Your fault for wearing high heels and taking to the dance floor.”

He smiled and stood up before he took her into his arms and walked down the hallway to her bedroom. When they got there, he placed her down on the ground and looked at her.

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“What did I ever do to deserve you?” she asked in a whisper.

“Nothing. You were just Amelia Gold,” he said as he turned off the water. “My little golden girl.” She smiled as he reached for a towel on the rack.

“I am still not sure whether that is a complement or an insult,” she said as he wrapped her in the fluffy towel like a child before he took another towel and wrapped it around his waist.

“Maybe it’s better if you don’t know,” he said. She looked at him and shook her head as she began wiping herself dry.

“I think the will is going to be the hardest part of this whole thing,” Amelia said in a soft voice when they finally got into bed.

“I thought the wake and the cremation ceremony was harder,” Chad said as he cradled her.

“Maybe it’s the whole idea that it will be the final act that marks her demise from this world. It is the only thing left to do before we officially consider her gone,” Amelia said.

“I know.”

“As much as she wanted us to celebrate her life and don’t get me wrong, I do celebrate her. I can’t help but wonder how she would be if the shoe was on the other foot,” she said.

“She wouldn’t be celebrating because parents are not supposed to bury their children and even worse, their grandchildren,” he said. He stroked her hair gently. “Now, stop thinking so much and go to sleep, baby.”

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