You're My Guilty Pleasure
he exclaimed, his joy infectious.
I laughed with him, my heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “Okay, okay! Stop spinning, or the ants will get to the cupcakes before you do!” I said, still giggling as he set me down.
He stopped and looked at me, his gaze so full of love it made my breath hitch. “I’m your husband,” he whispered again, as if reassuring himself.
“Yes, you are,” I said, smiling softly. “Who else would it be?”
His expression deepened into something sacred. “I’m damn happy, doll. Beyond happy. God, thank You for this amazing woman.”
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