Page 66 of Donut Doubt

"What are you thinking?" she asks.

"That this is exactly where I'm supposed to be."

"In bed?"

"With you. Anywhere with you."

She lifts her head. Kisses me softly. "Good answer."

We settle back into comfortable silence. My hand traces lazy patterns on her arm. Her fingers draw circles on my chest.

"Ethan?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For not giving up. For coming back. For choosing this even when it was hard."

"You did the same thing. You drove to Denver in the middle of the night. Faced Luke. Took the risk."

"We both did."

"Yeah. We did."

She yawns. I feel her body relax completely. Sleep claiming her.

I lie there awake for a while longer. Thinking about everything that led us here. All the months of wanting and denying and trying to do the right thing.

In the end, the right thing was choosing each other. Being honest. Trusting that love was worth the risk.

And it was.

Is.

Will be.

I close my eyes. Let myself drift. Safe in the knowledge that tomorrow we'll wake up together. Work together. Build something together.

No more doubt.

Not about this. Not about us. Not about anything.

Just certainty. Pure and simple and real.

And that's enough.

More than enough.

It's everything.