There was no more Amy and no more worry. Just work and play. He could barely get home in the evenings. He could barely leave for work in the morning. Even Cameron seemed to be doing better. As the alarm went off for a new day to begin, Brett reached his free hand over and hit the dial, then returned to Courtney’s warm embrace. She rustled awake under him, running her hands over his bare chest as she stretched out. “Baby, get up,” she said, rolling over. Brett grabbed her quickly. Running a hand over her naked backside, he pulled her to him. “I don’t want to get up. It’s too fucking early,” he groaned into her ear. “Let’s just lay here for a minute.” Courtney smiled. “You were almost late a few days ago. No, you have to get up,” she said, trying to pull away from him. It was hard for her too. Her heart ached every time that he left the house. And while she spent her days busy with studying, online classes and taking care of Cameron in the afternoons, she could barely wait for the end of the day.
