
“My wife; my wife; my wife . . .”
Just hearing him utter those words brought tears to my eyes.
We lay, wet, messy and spent but completely satisfied gazing into each other’s eyes.
“I love you husband,” I whispered.
His lips turned upward into a slight smile. “Love you too wife.”
With a smile, I kissed his lips then turned in Sydney’s arms and nestled backwards into his chest. His legs curled to meet mine, matching the curvature of my body and draped his arm over my waist. I’d never felt as loved as I did in those few moments right before we drifted off to sleep. “Mmm,” I moaned. “Promise me you will hold me like this forever.”
“I promise,” he murmured.
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