One to Take (One to Hold 8)
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“You always believed in me.”
“Belief, faith, love. It’s what makes a family a home.”
“I’m glad I have you.” I reach out and squeeze his shoulder.
Later that night as we settle into our bed, I think about my uncle’s words. Mariska is on her side feeding our little son. Her hair shines in the lamplight in shades of chestnut and caramel. I slide in behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist and kiss the side of her neck. The scent of jasmine envelops us.
It’s a beautiful moment, and even though time will pass, babies will grow into cowboys, and the activity will die down, I know this woman in my arms is my home. She eases my pain. She makes me laugh. She’s the only pair of arms I want to fall into when I’m in need.
“I love you,” I whisper softly, kissing her again. She smiles, and I know she feels the same. Come what may, we’ll be here, facing whatever storms arise, together.
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