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I don’t sob, but my man can always sense my mood. Every year that passes, it’s like we learn more about each other on an even deeper level. He leans down and gently kisses my neck, stirring parts of me I haven’t felt since Krissy’s birth.

“You’ve made her so confident,” he whispers. “I could never imagine Sofia like that before you, my love, came along.”

I sink against him, letting my hands move over his, smiling when I hear Mom and Jack laughing from the next room. Krissy makes a noise on the baby monitor, one of her adorable babbly noises that aren’t quite words or song notes but something even more beautiful in between.

As Sofia and Biance begin to play again, I turn and throw my arms around Matt. His hair, with a handful of silver, glistens. His eyes sparkle with the same fierceness as when I first learned who he was—when I first fell in love with him.

Now, there’s a softness and so much love that a girl could drown.

“Shall we sneak off to the bedroom?” I whisper.

He smiles widely. “I thought you’d never ask.”

THE END