Angelle is mine, all else is Joss'.

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Contentment....the act of being happy with where you are at and who you are with. Being satisfied even when everything is not perfect, but as close as one can come without it being a surreal dream....contentment in the way your life is going and....pain...

"Ow." I called as I rolled over on to my sore arm, Mal stirring beside me, arm thrown over my stomach and head nestled in my neck.

"Huh? wha?" He mumbled and then opened his eyes as what I had said registered. "You okay?"

"Think so. Rolled over on to my arm." Checking to make sure I hadn't just bled over the bed as well as both of us, I am happy to report that I hadn't, though the bandage was pretty soaked from the poking and the stitching of last night's adventure.

"Ain't a really smart course of action there, Ange." He smiled sleepily, both of us curling up together in my bed since by the time he had finished, I was in the process of passing out. Said I was good at patching myself up, not so good with the loss of blood and pain beyond imagining that comes from no numbing. Sadly, I think I needed another bottle of whiskey for my kit.

"Kind of figured that when my arm felt like it was on fire." I smiled rolling so that I was laying flat on my back next to him, his head against my neck.

"Need to have Simon look at it though. Ain't gonna have my wife losing an arm from infection. Got to be right and proper for your daddy to walk you down that aisle and hot and dirty for the wedding night after."

I laughed, but hit him playfully. "My daddy's been shot, Mal. Think we best handle that situation first."

"Already in the air, Bao Bei. Can't you feel the engines?" Truthfully, I couldn't, but then again I had fallen asleep during take off. Still my stomach didn't feel like it normally did and a sigh of relief escaped my lips.

"Guess I'm getting my space legs and don't need that bucket." I commented and Mal stretched a bit beside me as I noticed I sti