He took a bite then held out the bagel to her, holding it while she took a bite. They grinned at each other. “I love you,” Arty said. She swiped a wayward bit of cream cheese from the corner of his mouth. “I love you, too.” She stood and brushed crumbs off her lap. “I’m going to the room to grab my things, then I’ll be back to take a shower.” Arty arms snuck around her waist, and his hands splayed across her belly as he rose to stand behind her. “We’ll figure this out, Sarah,” he whispered into her ear, his breath warm against her skin. “We’ll get through this.” She covered his hands with her own and sighed, leaning her head back to rest on his shoulder. “I know we will. But it’s just so hard knowing that I’ll never…” Arty turned her in his arms and peered down into her eyes. “I know.” He dropped a soft kiss onto her upturned mouth. “I know.” Feeling lucky to have such a wonderful man as her husband, she blew him a kiss over her shoulder as she stepped onto the bungalow’s front porch, closing the door behind her.
