My eyes opened and I took a deep shuddering breath. I was lying in a hospital bed with a respirator hooked up to my mouth and my chest throbbing to the sound of a heart monitor. Only having enough energy to move my eyes, I looked around at the hospital room and cried in joy at the sight before me. Lying in another bed, barely two feet away, was Angel. She was in the same state as I was, with her own heart monitor beeping just as loudly as mine. Slowly, her eyes opened and we stared at each other, both smiling. It had worked; the operation had been a success.
Like mirror images, we both moved our arms and placed our hands on our chests, touching the bandaged scars of our transplants. The feeling was indescribable, almost orgasmic; the sensation of having each other’s physical hearts beating within our chests. In my chest, Angel’s heart was beating with a warmth I had never before experienced, a grateful gentleness to it, an aura that made me feel like her love for me was literally pumping through my veins. In her chest, my heart was beating with more aggressive strength. It was as if my heart shared my thoughts, and refused to let any injury deprive Angel of life. It was going to protect her, keep her alive, and make sure she always had the ability to be happy.
Slowly, we both reached out and grasped each other’s hand, silently expressing our love while the glass bead on Angel’s ring gleamed.
It was considered a miracle that my heart continued to beat while in Angel’s chest, when it would have ripped open if left in mine. My whole family was sobbing in happiness, both from my survival and Angel’s. Like I always had, they all now saw her as a member of the family, and were grateful that she had lived, but not nearly as grateful as I was.
The bedroom was dark, the air warm from the summer sun long since set. Angel and I were huddled together in bed, pressed together like two puzzle pieces. We had finally been released from the hospital, and while they had forbade us to engage in any strenuous activity until we fully healed, we now found ourselves recovering from making love. We had been slow and gentle of course, but our bond was full of passion.
“Marcus?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you do me a favor? Not right now, but in the future?”
“Of course, what?”
Angel rolled over and stared at me, our faces just an inch apart. “When we’ve gotten a place of our own and can support ourselves… will you… will you give me a baby? We gave up our first one within the Source and I really want to have another, a real child I mean. I want us to start our own family.”
I smiled. “Of course, but only after you marry me, deal?”
“Deal,” she giggled.
We kissed one last time, whispered our love, and then closed our eyes. The sounds of our hearts beating and our gentle breathing slowly lowered us into the dream world, but no dream could even compare to the joy in my soul when I held Angel in my arms and thought of the future, the future we would share in happiness for our entire lives.
The End
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