Still in Love

I cover my face with one arm while hauling the girl upright. Abigail clicks her tongue.

“I’m sorry,” I choke out.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Yes.”

“But I still love you.”

“You better,” I threaten.

“I do.” She rises up on her knees and leans over to give me a kiss. I return her love, uncaring that we’re squishing our two girls between us because this is important–this benediction of our ongoing, enduring love.

She still loves me and I still love her–forever and always.

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