I wake up to streams of light dancing off of the floors and walls of Christopher's bedroom. I can feel Chris's arm draped over my side as I wake, his hand resting on my stomach as his thumb lightly slides back and forth against the silk sheets pressing against me. I don't want to move- I'm so warm and comfortable underneath the thick blankets. Christopher's back also keeps me warm, and his light hand movement against my abdomen almost makes me fall asleep again.

I close my eyes and bask in the warmth- not just physical warmth, but emotional warmth as well. My heart could not feel fuller than it...