His knee was pulled up, his elbow resting on it as the warm spring breeze brushed through his hair. She’d awakened alone but, by the warmth of the sheets, had determined that he had arisen just moments before. She tried not to let the fact that he didn’t linger in bed bother her. Instead, she took comfort in the fact that he had slept through the night and hadn’t left her side sooner. She allowed him his space because she instinctively knew not to push him. Last night she’d taken him unaware and caught him with his guard down. This morning she knew the barriers would be in place, so she let him be. Until she couldn’t let him be any longer. They sat side by side as he thought whatever deep thoughts he was thinking. She was determined to enjoy just being with him, with the trees almost finished budding and the lambs frolicking beside their mothers in the distant pastures. Spring was always her favorite time of year, when she could plant and watch her seedlings grow and mature. His hand snaked over and held hers.
