Cuddy leaned forward, lifting up on her toes just a bit to reach his mouth more easily. She tried to push away all other thoughts--therapy, support groups, even the baby--and simply concentrate on kissing him. She slid her hands up his arms as the kiss deepened, holding him firmly as their lips met and molded together.

She kissed him as though she wasn't going to see him again for a long time. It was crazy. She knew she'd see him, and soon. These separations while he was in the hospital weren't actually all that long. It was more the circumstances, the fact they couldn't see each other whenever they wanted to. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, though. It certainly made her remember how much she wanted him in her life. It made her more aware of how easily that could be lost as well.

"Miss you, too." She grabbed his face between her hands and gave him a series of quick kisses. "Love you."

She swallowed hard and made herself step back, pushing her palms against his chest. "I really do have to go." She gave him one more light pat on the chest then turned away to get her purse. "I'll write you that letter, though," she said as she turned back to him. "And I'll be back soon. And you can call me whenever you want. Whenever they let you use the phone."