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When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Qui
"And I love you." She leaned back to look at him and knew that one lifetime would not be enough to tell this man just how much she loved him.
He reached in his pants pockets and pulled out a handkerchief, dabbing her eyes with gentleness. Audie frowned, ripping the soft linen from his hands, and the tears gushed.
"Oh, crap! Hell! I did it again! I mixed the whites and the darks! All these were white before you married me! I've ruined all your beautiful, perfect handkerchiefs!"
Qui
She fell against him, immediately comforted by his heat on this cold and snowy March day, immediately finding her place in his arms. She breathed in the scent of whatever he was cooking, and it smelled heavenly. So did he. She sighed and snuggled closer.
"Can I ask you a question?"
He rubbed his cheek against her satin-soft hair and chuckled. "Anything."
Audie tried not to ask too often, but she needed to hear it today-the hormones, no doubt. Her voice was very faint.
"Why, Stacey? Why are we here like this, you and me?"
Qui
"Because you're good for my soul and I'm good for yours. And our love is good for the world."
She stared into his handsome, kind face and smiled through her tears. "We're really going to be a family, aren't we, Qui
"I've got a little hint for you, Homey." He kissed her softly and breathed his words into her ear.
"We already are."